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Interdimensional Entities With Beards Laughed At Me
I wrote this many years ago:
But myself isn't me.
They silently laugh and show me direction.
I follow; a show of affection?
Taken to a room of energy.
Atoms touch, pass and onward travel.
One eyebrow raises, the mystery unravels?
Again they chuckle, long beards shaking with delight.
No definition for their existence or might...
yet they are here I think.
At my first apprehensive thought I fall back down.
Open the door of my house, in my room I see.
Thinking in phrases incomprehensibly deep.
My true eyes close; I fall fast asleep.
Or do I?