Dreaming about rising tides. . . There are worlds inside my head . . .
I see symbols of the 7 elements I have met.
. . . . It started at the beach . . I feel the sand on my feet the tide rises then retreats. . . . Now I suddenly appear in a train the reign of metal helps me meditate for I am relaxed and sane. Nothing can depress me not even this officer trying to arrest me for I know how to play the beat . . I give out a confident settled laugh I walk pass an officer who is trying to arrest me I said How Ochosi? Then I made a beat on the wall as if it was drums repeating my chant he leaves with a trance . . I see rivers rising an arabic women dressed in orange and purple . . . Her hugs are the tornadoes that cut you.