longing and division

One day, arguing the consequences of subconscious
         In a dream that made me explain itself to you,
I thought of how I might remember this and you in my sleep
         And get that stark look of a muse confused.

But, by all real things made obvious,
I prefer to read by myself.
Unless, of course,
You want to watch me weigh myself.
And I might as well be honest;
I prefer to read by myself.
It’s just in case I start to scare myself

         You are the Shiva in my maya…
         All I can do is sigh.

The psychological division got inscribed deep into my mind.
         Then ran down wires of my spine, just to get to you.
But you weren’t there, because you were standing right here,
         High, saluting to the statues with me, naked and free.

And I might as well be honest;
I prefer to read by myself.
Unless, of course,
You want to watch me lose myself.


         Division line, the weight that I’m under.
Drunken spine, awaken from your slumber.
Division line, lining up as an exit.
Dividing sides, I collide with the gods’ wit.
                   Both worlds are one – All power,
                   I am energy.