The silver car

All my words are outdated

My skin outworn

A yogin on autopilot, ergo,

A hypocrite changed, strange,

I changed while I looked at G

And cannot find myself

Except in the woman in the silver car

To give expression to Spirit, or myself,

I dont know how any more

Except in the face of my beloved, like dawn,

At once, singularity,

Witness witnessed back and forth

Walking driving one with god/dess

In the face in the silver car

I’m on a mad adventure, this lifetime,

Of my own devising

Seeking to hold true love forever:

I’ll set my beloved like an eternal star

I’ll do it carnally,

Against the silver car;

The singularity in one