A thousand mysteries enclose our existence
It enfolds and intertwines our lives
& moves about spinning the web
that traps us into each other.
And as i move between restless slumber
into awakening, all i am truly
aware of is the depth of your eyes
and the magnitude of your touch.
And I get lost in the pretense of
everything that is unsaid and everything
that i pretend to exist and everything
else that i wish into existence.
Now each level of my consciousness
is a more heigthened sensation of
the other that preceeded; a measure of
extreme happiness or of extreme insanity…