to SarahA
the real
you deal
is not here
the real
I see
in my liminal
state
is not
your here
here I hear the deaf
and feel the blind
you feel the deaf
and hear the blind
your here
is there
however
our worlds
are there
in the big mind
the singular mind
revolves like a silver
cog
within a brass wheel
guided by the north star
it turns
tick-tock, spin-spin
spin-spin, tick-tock