Ear.

You are a betrayal to my soul

A finite to my eternity

physical in my psychic metaphysicality

you don't speak my language

you improvise

you improvise to make it your own

Namaste

I see you

I see the shadow your light thunders

I see the real and wake

Fake the stories you make

You don't melt in the rain

You take cover

You don't shine in the light

It's all aluminum under

You're not the path I need to take

An obstacle I have to face

A potential outcome I have to erase

This is not my way

And you're against every promise I have made

Applauses you make

All in the same words

Do you

Do you really understand my shadows

or the appearance you go for

real eyes closed

Enough data you gather

Still

Still I give you more than you fear

Black november

My path is no bed of roses

No eternal light

I am the undone change

Changed for all to change all

you're not my way

I shall at once ride

Ride far away my way

From your pendulum hay

At times I wonder

If we hear the same voice from that whisper

Perhaps

Perhaps you array

Not ever to hear

Just maybe

To rear

To rear in your own.