its all much more real than we let on. sitting in the dark contemplating it. thinking of whether or not it is heard... communication outside of our view, out of our hearing range. wondering how strong the signal is when soul talks crystal clear and conscious as a stream. are you receiving? what did you catch? and sitting here, picking apart and piecing together. trying to close eyes and reach up, touch that spot where there are no words, and then bring my hand down to the ground again, and try to make the translation anyways. its wordless, but half of our mission is to translate that. it is a loop, a figure eight, coiled so closely that it is the very tension that makes the world come alive, breathe, inhale, exhale... and the vision (with closed eyes i imagine i remember) directing it upwards, a level of light, ionosphereic in the feeling, but the substance is finer... it is the dust from our thoughts circulating space, reflecting starlight. i can extend myself upwards, like an upside down pool... deep pool reflecting the sun in a trillion infinity fractal rays and causes and communions... and my mind dips into it, like a finger breaking the field and sending waves and ripples out to the edges. edges of the light. i feel it as it breaks... stars as thoughts. thoughts as stars. breaks within the blackness. and from the touch i remember so many things that i knew before earth. like memories of dreams inside of dreams. punctuating the air with the silence. it rushes through me in a flood... and the truth in the unnamed, those things that have no words and begin to collide together faster than our genetics and common threads. the rate exceeds the concepts of rememberence in a such a short time. all this higher language touches the cells and in each one opens a new eye. baby eye. robot eye. they see into space deeper than before... with new visions translating the indifference to total comprehension. just let the flood follow its dream... it can dream too. and i bring it back, bring my hand down to touch my heart (in some concept of physics) and pause deep, message to remember the codes that just washed through me solid and sincere. strong as the earth. and in the journey back, i am forming signs and symbols, words and chords, time and numbers, alignment, color, breathing, a dance, a perspective active to a new plane. try to take this flood, this wordless indefinite singing and surging, and make it into something direct from my nature. nature of this. nature as soil, as human brain cells. dendrites that can't sit still ever, because they are so excited to be dendrites. what a beautiful shape, sound, sight ~ curling as the word 'dendrite', with the sound and the look equal to the meaning. poetry in form alone.