Being in View of All of You

I sit and sing a melody, telepathically. My mind is calm after a weight training session. The me of it all is kept behind the scenes. There is a menu to the almighty, but I sat quietly at a Mexican Restaraunt on Central Ave. NE with my mother. We chatted after her volunteer work at the Good Samaritan rummage sale. The quiet is more quiet today. A sheriff entity who is "mole" has come to travel with me and it is silent. It is more coma then peace, but I will take what I can get, that which is not depression. I fly a jet high in the sky today in my mind and I crash 6 miles from the sun. Dreams are dashed in that moment/ day, and my prosaic poetry turns into a code of prophecy. It is best if it is unbeknownst to me. People have begun to move like ants downtown and I stay silent around the subject of boredom. It is not just a putdown, it is a curse. I would rather bring the hurse than to stop the generation of insight and poetic merging of energy systems. People would say that passing an untraditinal Haiku onto the sheriff's dept. was gypsy, but it was just poetry to me. Jump jump jump jump. YWCA, the YMCA is now headed your way. I worked in their employment in 3 of their facilities for a total of about 3 years. They know me plenty well, thank you very much. I am an extremely hard trainer, thus they never made me a trainer, I pushed the kids in the swimming pool or set people up for membership and workout preparation. La la la, I can't hear what you say YWCA. Maybe me and my mother will come there some day to check you out again anyway.