It’s the space.
Like a breath of fresh air , i stumbled across him in the most unheard of place.

This man with wild hair and wilder ideas , i think i saw several solar systems go up in flames at the whip crack precision of his words.
There is magic in in eyes , and sensi bows in his wisdom , ancient reverberations play with his thoughts.

Sometimes i forget who he is and get anxious that he’ll think , this or that about me -
but then i recall and fall into a comfortable place between
breakfast and lunch.