.One.Big.Logical.Whole.

.One.Big.Logical.Whole. I walk with an unknown goal Overhere Everybody around me is involved with me They look at me Devoutly, scarily, with awe, respectfully Or they look away Skittish, scarily I walk, straight, slim, grand Pass them And through the city I don’t feel the weather But know a merciless hail storm is torturing my face I don’t feel it I walk towards The Goal. I know I have to go There People from the Middle Ages lead me towards it Caricatures Often bird like persons Races, sexes, outer appearances are totally irrelevant I look straight through them See them Know them And all connections with everything surrounding them Arrived at The Place, it happens The Sign It happens again On moment I want it Need it It is back Or It never left Goose Bumps I am not alone That is all I know for now And that The earth moves Everything moves And it all fits It is One Big Logical Whole

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