A man of his time
Ahead of his time
Discoverer & Destroyer
Of worlds
A harbinger
Of things to come
Of times extant
Of days which always were
And may always be
Until we find our way
To a better way
Create a better world
A harbinger
Of things to come
Of times extant
Of days which always were
And may always be
Until we find our way
To a better way
Create a better world
I connect
Not with being
But a fetish
This realm
Of virtual
Manifestation
And while I look
And while I connect
I am lost
To the moment
To my own presence
To being itself
While all around
Existence dances and plays
Without my participation
I have the touch of your words
On my heart
The touch of your voice
In my mind
The touch of your spirit
On my soul
But what I want
Is the touch of your hand
On my flesh
Come back to me, my love
I miss your presence
With all my being
The regular stop
In the deep of the night
Homeward bound
Warmed inside
Until their eyes
Are trained on me
And I become a creature
Of penetrating interest
A creature
Which is not me
At all
Better the blur