come, let usmeet again
and 
        rest
               between gusts
of karmic storms
    h        i
w    i    l   ng us through
         r
this time around

we who see                centuries

behind subtle )direct( glances
within nuanced phrase
and recycled archaic wisdom
in children of Indigo
young crones and old men

crossing d i  m   e     n     s      i       o        n         a          l planes
electrons and optical cable,
light transmitting light
around what planet
we know in our
present
reality.