The Hot Place

Innocence comes, return to what’s spoken
Between now and future entities
Should we speak unaware in somnolent passes
Or let all that we’re made of come from the sea?


Beautiful communion to all that would look-
We can make time and stretch it until no end
The king of reality should thereby encompass
Can you not feel the level raise? The essence of me?


I ask of no timesphere
I need nothing from that
Line of coarse redundant telepathy
I am not that choker
Dog walks near the curtain
Lift not the quick fall back
Making nothing we see
I think you are so natural
You kick back the door frame
You throw the blank page back
Through water soaked keys
How can I meet this?
Show me some gridlock
And I’ll show you how two-


Electricity can please