Not far away, they say
This place boyas days this place journeys goes by days
Reading minds, always just
Controlled thoughts, simply must
Hovering objects there
Quietly, don not scare Quietly, don’t be scared
Tune body, another place
Be there and at home base
Walk through hick solid walls
Ending up in a mall
Flowingly, ideas yearns
A point of all returns
Mind control is it not so?
How little do we know?
Phenonomona do prey
Say what you want to say
Poem #36
Idea April 28 March 15
Mind reading
April 25, 1992
Journaling Susan
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