Out There

 
Do you close your eyes
when you see
then visualise musically
mountain tops
jagged and adhock
they sit beneath
clouds drifting in their flocks
where the distant seas
wobble in wrong clocks
where spirituality
lives outside the box
you and I could be
the key to all that locks
so glide slowly
as I plug in my vox
to the harmony
of floatation , station rock
telepathically
we hear what they do not .

Connection , reflection
a memory
no conjection or fiction
actuality
collective life sections
in lucid dreams
I remember
those wavelengths
of where we'd meet .