I
dream about
meeting the world.
I
seem to
be lonely here.
I
would not
dream of dreaming
More
about this
place I see.
I
wonder about
life, the universe and
Everything
that matters
and doesn’t matter
To
me always
unendingly and eternally.
I
see a
world around me
That
is pure.
But it’s unclean.
Dirty
words, melodies
contaminate my being.
I
am the
end of we.
