Uncut The Streets Have No Name

Eye Love that feeling when I lose all sense of proportion..

size..

space..

when I get out of this place..

this realm..

and everything becomes pitch black..

nothing exists..

only the stillness..

the darkness..

the AWARENESS...

that moment ..

it is like a headrush..

somewhere Eye Go..

all ALONE..

center OM..

its dark in this place..

everything known to exist just simply erases..

an ECHO of not one whisper..

Who is doing the thinking during this time?

&

Who is Listening at these moments?

& while who is Listening & thinking - Who is Watching?

& who is Processing??

Who?

Whom?

Who?

for there is a wise owl amongst the wolves who really are sheep..

walking missing the beats on these internalized streets..

Mountain CREEPS..

city streets..

where the streets have no names..

only Enchanting Vibrations...

highest Altitude ..

Genetic Ancestry Rooted to the core ..

there is no RNA..

replicas trying to replace..

such disgrace..

Who?

WHOM?

Who's your daddy?

Uncut Hallow Cryptic Nature..

read between ..

the..

streets..

.. have..

NO

name..