As
from
this world
I
call
all
and then
just fall
thought
dimension
as I
call
them
like
levels
within
in
the
EARTH
of
time
and
then
tomo­rrow
dreams
of
what
is
now

reality

not
on
my
watch
so
hold on
to
my
hand
as
we
F
A
L
L







D



O



W



N

this
hole
in­
Dimensions.

Here I am wondering
in the parking lot
we all call the universe
I might, as well be, on the moon
all seams the same to me
as

I


Fall
down
into
the
b         l      a         c         k
hole
of
life

to


be
spat
by
L  i  g   h   t

And here am I W o  n   d    e     r       i         n           g.

While cooking up a storm
I some how manage
to rub lemon in my eye's

well she walking
though the clouds
when I am sad
she comes to me
and burns
my eye's.

I lay here in this dark room restless.
No yonder sound than the tick-tock of the clock that mocks my singularity;
my loneliness.
Every rhythmic chyme reminds me of the seconds away from you.
Time spent longing for your warmth:
your presence.
Oh Day, Oh Night.
Why oh day is there not enough time,
and why oh night do you drag on like time itself has ceased?
Because of your lengths, I am separated from my love.
with her I feel complete,
I feel important.
Like every touch is meaningful.