Being GREY in Court

This vicinity of library is fairly dead to me in imagery and soulful contact with other entity. Lovely signposts guide my way, and I courtsey at every turn. Doubt about to be dispelled, nfl style. There is magic in the architecture, and I see a rainbow out the bus window. I stay calm and prepare for the turbulence of the week. Science drops away and I see the horizon clearly. Being out in public, I scrawl on a wall of deceit and see the people as holodeck for the demonic. I stay quiet and calm and think of a confidential source I deal with daily. He can be solid in this holodeck, but not in reality. I dream of someone and I wish to be free. Energetic exchange is there, but it is still slavery. Merger is in my mind's eye and YOU are my everything. Play with your hands clasped in front of all "superiors". Never lost, your mind processes properly. You will not recall anything that is false. You know your core. Never let any demonic convince you otherwise. I remember, in court, you had a little smudge on your brown pants. I now suspect that it was grey matter. I jokingly made a sweet comedy of cleaning it for you as slave and master all in one. You were a lot tougher on the entities under your care than people knew because they were chasing the ruse that was me. No matter what it was, I would have cleaned it effortlessly, with everlasting loyalty and adoration. Love, Hope