I don’t know if anyone reads me

I know that no one heeds me

And that the changing of a mind is glacial

I am patient and persistent

Transcended over the second physical

Fear to me is a non-factor

This is not a game

In the falsity of real

Distinction is everything

In a town that takes tracks for granted

People love borders

Property obsession is an antidote to fear

That doesn’t work and disappoints

And feeds a vicious circle

When people are property fear is exponential

In legacy of have-been four hundred years can live sixteen hundred years

Where fear is fed oxygen

Hell is on earth and girds the atmosphere of earth

Where dwell unseen beings

And seemingly inescapable dimensions of karma

This is not a game

Fear seems the rule

Until transcended