Interdimensional Morse Code

I felt you tapping my forearm.

Flexing my bicept.

Cramped my calf you fuck!

Spazzed my lungs, locked my hamstring.

Ankes, I couldn’t get up!

The messege was loud and clear…

I don’t own me. I’m for rent.

I’m the renter so hellbent.

On living life like this was me

when interdimensionally

You could tug my umbilical cord

And in No Time there I’d be.

Barry Williams

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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