Shuffling between the cards laid about between my deck, many strangers of games – gaze in my incentive.
Aliens are these strangers with a unique knowledge that seems familiar.
They speak of this muse and how long she sought to travel down the line and within a consciousness of root.
She begged me to go deeper.
She closed my eyes with the whispers of her satisfaction
Then I woke up in the dream of her own existence.
Who was I really looking at anyway?
My vibrations begin to deceive the bed where I lied.
The question is: Do You Lie?
If you’re talking about if I sleep or not, yes I do.
But it is not a lie of deception.
The more I try to explain, I then, I lose half of the reasons she came to me.
It happens so fast, I squeezed her frame and she reminded me she was only that a frame.
Many selections are now in play and they gather with a sequence of sex.
Sex which shuffles the cards of game or reality?