Finding Adherence to a Common Phase

There is a time and space that is not this place. I concentrate hard to not notice all that is around me. I create a new reality and become a bee of all society. I try to be fruitful and buzz when the fuzz is near. Complete is how I do compete. I clap at times to see the feathers around me fly in the air. Maybe the vision of beautiful things keeps me in a place to be heard, actually, one fine day. Maybe a little help with my backpack is all I needed. It is okay to talk to many different foreign men in a day. There is a lattice of intel that can become GOLD down the line. Happiness can be measured in moments, and fatigue presents itself fairly constantly. I get up, dust myself off, and keep moving down the lane. Prophecy presents itself, daily, and I walk with the geese who cross the highway, stopping traffic on their legendary journey. My salvation is in the rectory and my way, today, is parliamentary. Kingdoms will rise and the disease overseas will spread to urban centers in this part of the aching map. I am here to survey and to keep the crazy away. A Hindi finds me at the crossroads of a common bus stop, and I cry DIVISION in the world in his mind. He sped to an end and then I had him adhere to perfect SILENCE around me. It is the land that is to be for the UNTOUCHABLE. Maybe, one day, his genius will be used to teach grade school in New Delhi. So high and holy in the land of the valley.