Acts

The names carried on the wind
To lives they have not touched
No contact evermore from beyond the ever closed door

Yet their stories are still told
Fond memories spoken of
A smile, just for a moment at the memory

Cosmic man enclosing man
A creature that cannot bear its own reflection
The mirror sometimes dulled, sometimes cleansed
The doors of perception only ajar

Questions without answers
Like drunken words shouted in bars
Or whispered in alleyways

A thousand truths without expression
Thoughts lost within a dream upon waking
The question of weather all is gods grace or not
And the strange acts of people and myself,which go unquestioned