Spicer's Day

I am here, but I feel like I am peaceful in no space.  I saw a blue heron on my way here.  They stand for self reflection.  As I look inward, I feel agitated and unable to focus.  I listen to music and try to concentrate.  My dreams were nasty again, and it was hard to get going.  I wish I had something fascinating to muse about, but I feel fairly drab.  There is a woman in front of me with a sweatshirt that says, "Team Tibet."  I thought that it was fairly sweet, and it also pulls some meditation through my memory as the agitation dances in its own way.  I say hello to the harbor seals at The Como Zoo.  Their spots are so pretty as they smoothly swim through the clean water.  They then pop up and observe.  Maybe that is The Pope today, looking at some files from Muncie.  There was a Vatican Society there and that Bascillica was very trippy.  It is on no map or listed in any directory.  I walked in, the first time, when a funeral was just commencing.  It just really fit what was going on.  I asked nothing, I just sat there in peace.  Sometimes Pope's are investigators.  This Pope has not found his curiosity yet, but maybe after meeting The Trump rumor team, even Team Tibet would look in on it.  I believe that Sean Spicer would have stopped some of the cruel rumor mongering, and Mr. Trump knew it so he shoved him off the list even though Sean is a lifelong Catholic.  Well, that move DID up The Pope's curiosity.  The Pope called him personally, and met with him PRIVATELY, for between 30 and 45 minutes in The St. Peter's Room.  Time is irrelevant there.  Only head Catholics know about this space.  It is very mystical, and is normally only used for SILENT confirmations of SAINTS.  Maybe St. Peter was in the room.  Tick tock, Mr. Pope.  We only have so much room on the ship.