The Walls

I can see the frequency of the walls
    the time it takes for nothing to happen
          I have a sixth sense for that which I feel
    like dried concrete aging beneath my shoes
          asphalt ruins of a rainforest paradise
    I hear collisions of floating atoms in my ears
          I defy gravity with every step I take
    and catch radio waves in the holes in my teeth
          hear water evaporating all around me

Still, I can see the frequency of the walls
    transmitting themselves to my eyes
          I walk with the shadows on the ground
    regulate the temperature of air by touch
          what key minor the sound of strained cinder
    intuit the notion of the smile on your face
          note the intuition of the pelican dive
    I am a barometer for the aquatic depth
          I can shift the weight of the ones and zeroes

And I can see the frequency of the walls
    the underlying layer and what lies beyond
          feel the lights intensity behind the plaster
    I am surrounded by total aural overload
          I can take your breath with a vaccumous word
    rip through the rice paper veneer of dimension
          and smell the squatting in the out of doors
    metabolize the doubt emitting from your eyes
          or coordinate the forces of nature with a nod

But I can see the frequency of the walls
    and feel your trembling body in the balls of my feet
          and hear your trembling body in your chattering teeth
    and seize your trembling body with the warmth of my breath
          and caress your relaxing body with an empath's mind
    through my watery eyes the particle ions glow
          and throb in the rhythms of my heart
    and swell in my heaving breast
          and flicker in the back of my eyes

Because I can see the frequency of the walls
    and build high places in low climes
          slip through meninges with an effervescent soul
    and leap through the worm holes of quantum foam
          burn the remains until there are no ends
    the interference strains the integrity of the waves
          I collect the will of the masses in exodus
    while the walls remain stoic in the light of our tears
          only the shedding adds life to their mortar

So I can see the frequency of the walls
    vibrating in resonance to our resolve
          without mortal vision of any kind
    reversing the downward influence of gravity
          allowing every arc to fire in unison
    I perceive the distant landing of a fly on sand
          with clarity our inner eye relates
    and opens doors with mental acuity across lands
          everything we see is illusory

Yet I can see the frequency of the walls
    atomize and disperse and become all or nothing
          and exist at once in naught
    become eternal or become void of distinction
          between all things inanimate or of mind
    as your eyes receive the signal of light
          and you tune your optic nerves to my frequency
    we will become distinct in our immersion as all
          and the walls will divine the specter of mankind