Laboratories of the Invisible World

An electric current binds us together forever

I am a memory burnt onto thin air



When you call me with vibrations

In harmony with some Saturnine frequency

I spill outward, or flow, or list, or gel



It is somewhere between your mind and mine

Where, I cannot exactly tell

I want you to think about "93"



It isn't like planting a thought in your head

Or an image of a thought

But more like creating a thought

In sympathy with yours



The blind need to see

The deaf need to hear

We need to speak

I love you