A Sky Filled With Lightning

I watch the cursor blink and my mind is resting in a place far away.  I have noticed that today feels like the holodeck has collapsed and there are actual actors walking around me in the mundane movements of the day.  I cruised by RAIN, Chippewa Chief, in my mother's car.  He saw me, and quickly turned so my mother could not see his face.  There may be an opening of prisons today, and people will just isolate me in the spaces I need to be.  Starbucks feels the same as every day.  I am acquainted with my spirit today, and I run with the wolves.  Forevermore, they will teach me about how to carry the weight of my rage.  I sigh, and become an almighty as the backdrop falls like the sheets of rain last night.  Back away if you cannot feel and see the reality.  I clean the places I am in, as I teach the proletariat how to read signs properly.  Know that we can work this puzzle to the end if we understand that it is an enigma.  Read what you see, and we will judge what you read.  Apostles exist and lift their gaze towards the sky.  I enter into a bus ride with an Iranian prophet.  As I take a seat, the sky lights up with lightning and it strikes the ground right in front of us.  He then decided that I am the almighty who he needed to meet.  He is now free in another realm.  He will guide from that space and he will find the courage to separate men from woman in his homeland.  In the end, it is more than just signs presenting themselves to have the courage to live a mystically pondered life with no malicious mysticism.  My throat and mouth are the center of my faith and will.  Listen, as I sing and speak, and you will know that there is much work for you to do.