My Sea

What I lose you let me, accusation always gets one in. But I want to talk like the dead remember that town where we went or how do I know when I’m just a soul — not when I’m leading? A soul can lead, fight and kill; in the sketchy rain there, but you can’t kill where we’re dead. That’s the best thing — no one has any power. How can I lead you without power? We want to find out ... Drop everything? — there’s no gravity. Are you grave? There’s no bravery. I’m going to lead you into a you you don’t know ... Most people want to go. There we risked being wrong but that was a linguistic quality, or you could have brought us to hell. Outside of gravity, instead, is the house. It wasn’t built with raisins. The light there, but what’s it for? For eyes. He called me “Four Eyes” now I have billions. It’s a house on the coast Is it the House of Answers? I will continue to reason for you, living on no particular income deep in my soul. The house has a basement I didn’t know about connecting to My Sea, Mare Meum. The answers break with foam and wild pearls. The wind is me too — you know who you are — where’s the desert? The sea came back to this land, to the abandoned its lover. The kind of sea you can’t drown in. You can want to coincide with me for I am the soul your leader the clear rock of kind mind, senseless. Senseless free will — the only thing here.