Suspended in a Clear Substance.

Here There In-be-tween
Don’t touch the crack fiend
Pardon her pissing
She don’t know better now
I am what I allow
A feeling of missing
Shocking nervous cells
Shivering cold nights
Mirrored in my mind
Heaven mixed with hell
Does the fish see the water it swims in
Does the human see the consciousness within
It relates, labels and molds pooled memories
Immediately conjured from the grasp of ciliated folds
Chemico-electrical energy firing through complex wires
There, here, in-between
The most meaningful things are rarely seen
By skipping, hurried, scanning eyes,
Panning skies slowly eye brows low I know and forget wet rubber handles sliding from taut to unraveled in my self I travel further in circles encircled by angels and visited by demons who have trouble landing.