Person came. Black, black dressy clothes
Abnormally high heart-rate
"Because there is another soul,
Sharing your body."
"Are you an angel?" I ask
No answer.
Other people come into the room (a pub in London) and I am distracted a moment.
I look back,
He's gone.

Another room, another man.
We kissed.
He was soaked in water.

A small town,
I look over, see a wall.
Know it is the edges of my consciousness
I jump over.
Everything is foggy, broken toys scattered everywhere.
grass startlingly green,
hills gently rolling, trees scarce.
I decide to explore.
I fly and find other islands, a great many, some barren
Now missiles are shooting at me-
The other soul is angry.