The energy in my head is like space, or like sugar melting in water, achiness floating around,
sweet release, with high pitched tones and fizzing. Hands around my hands, touching my palms.
This thing floating in and out, my buoyant organs floating with the stars. I'm watching the
moon burn in low clouds in the West, orange and black, and owls coo coo coo from another space.
Not a single idea has passed through my mind. Was it like this a thousand years ago? Will it
be the same a thousand years hence? Have I myself concieved of the Earth's ascension? In no
time and nothing maybe there is this opportunity to see it all...All the aliens, the technology,
the secrets and dirty plots, the brilliance of a thousand suns, morality and falling away, trying
and suffering-the lick of the Holy Spirit so deep pointing to some great thing...deep and happy
like the excited space in my stomach, or the vast love of the ancient gods...yes I can see it all
somewhere far away from here, how I am returning like a child again, so relieved and laughing to
myself about my silliness, at one with all my friends.