thorazeen

five seventeen two thousand one

numbers are important as days
as words as everything is random
yet in a sequence
somehow
we make sense of these events
instinct or logic?
it is a constant struggle
somehow
I think you know this
more than people who have lived your life x3.
I am stuck in a molten stage
between surrender and focus
you are somewhere floating
on your own
free of earthly sheaths
communication...contact
are as important as air
as materials
some of us make sense of signs
distractions or detours?
are there any constants?
i think you know this
as i knew i would be your audience
to learn.
understand.

wendella templeton