I think therefore I hyperlink across the spans of space and at the final frontier
there,
I see you in my face,
you become the Moon, the stars, the blinding of the Sun,
the speeding bullet fired from the gun and then
I die to reappear and sigh and die.

If
easy was so easy to do we'd do it all the time and then the doubts begin to fire when and then I think in total hyperlink, another vacuum that I drink,

she thinks that I'm half a genius
between you and I
I think she's
fly so fly and it gets me high.

If I am therefore a man with thoughts that span the universe can you then understand where I'm coming from or going to?

she
knows
but
keeps my secrets.