Title? Fuck titles.

When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me?

Life's a movie and Nolan's my director.

My agent's adjacent to the adjunct, defunct fixture.

Picture me.

I swirl like the wind.

Saul Williams' syllables sear through my seance, essentially -

I swear.

See me?

My skin is blue, Vishnu, Avataric Consciousness

(you wish y'knew

everything -

(yet you do)

and you don't).

Pandoric horoscopic potent-potionistic, verbalistic

Socratic

spellings.

Your boat

is afloat

on the kosmic ocean -

dwelling -

while I am relishing in every single syntactic

AND SEMANTIC

embellishing.

You are more than most welcom(ing).