Hidden

Maybe in a hidden message I had seen you…
Something I could never truly comprehend, gliding left and right through the sensations
Of a time… I could not truly know…
The knowledge, which not many people experience…
The absolute,
Polluting my thinking…
And a vessel is formed
A brain, turned off, or at least numbed
And I am only a tool again…

What can it whisper now…has it before?

Did the spirits really know? And now I think I’ll lay the Asper down for
My bidding.

Enough said…

Only glimpses ahead
Beyond a pooling miracle that is sensationally undone…
Maybe it’s that strum, which I no longer keep
In my heart….

And that’s the only thing I can relieve
Re,
Live for you
For time and time again…
It’s done….