I see beaches from here… waves collapse on my eardrumsShuggie Otis is playing

I envision beauty and want to smell her from the inside out

Trapped in this world of poetry I must close my eyes Deny what I seeSuch vision makes it hard for me to go outsideand walk amongst the facesEveryone is walking… quicklyI’m lost in their facesthey are looking @ mestrange I hear a portion of a conversationmy mind slips into your worldmy imagination fondles possibilityand finishes your sentencesbut I want to converse with your soulALL OF YOUbut instead i got stuck on the surfacewith all of you