Remote Viewing


I stand in front of you
You threaten and you beg
Your tongue the lash that tore
My love for you apart
The words pour out of you
I barely hear the sound
The murmur canít disturb
The quiet calm I feel

I had to reach this point
Although this brutal road
Iíll never walk again
But now I have arrived
Stepped through the open door
You ask how could I leave
You just canít understand
I have already gone

I am already gone


(A memory bubble from 1989, surfacing in 1997)