You see the clouds and I see much more,if you see the sky then I see a door to go through and explore,to see what's behind the grey lined clouds that you see.
Unfettered and better than that,if you see it cluttered and round then I see a flat open space,the grind of the ground upon which feet would pound and if you hear nothing then I hear the sound of excitement.
Unencumbered by notion of time as if the existence of time had no time,my time is my own time and no time,in no time at all the pendulum swings and I fall
like the grains in the hourglass I pass into the chamber,on a camber I slant,if you pant, I breathe slow,antithesis I know but
anaesthesia to me.