Kalikapsychosis - "Perfection is what its about. When you can feel, the perfection, of creation. The beauty of physics, the wonder of mathematics all the elation of action, and reaction, and that is the kind of perfection that I want to be connected to" - Sam, hooked into the data stream

She walks in the minds of many,
when their eyes are closed,
she wanders the worlds of unconciouss
when her own are open.
Individuals surface, in the great sea.
They cry their wails
in first breaths of air.
The ripples move deep undercurrents
and brush by her face,
the frequency thrums her body,
her conciousness draws near.
She walks in their dreams,
she touches them there,
as they reach out but can never touch,
she comes to answer the call,
in furtive whispers, they speak of her -
Mystery woman. Dream Girl. So Real. Is She there?
In her world, she asks of them,
Are you real?
Never knowing never touching,
only feeling ever seeking
that fleeting touch in dreams,
not real,
but real enough to feel.
She wanders the minds of many,
she walks between the worlds,
she knows the key to the Gate
she sees the end of every fate.
She, The Walker,
She, The Seer......
She has my face....