Sharon;s carefullyy calibrated mental adustments for the karmaic force cease to b life necassary
I wrote thus whilst asleep.
Who is Sharon?
Can I not get out of here?
I cannot get out out of her the necessary adjustments.
The force of a calibrated life.
To not get out of here.
Whilst asleep a growing sense of familiarity grows around the day to come and the day just gone.
Waking and the sleeping submerge one another and neither can quite remember the other.
It is home. It may not be your home. Here is an alluring body, here are a known set of pleasures.
The connection is already set, introductions are hardly necessary.
Beneath the surface there is everything, yet we slide one over the other, always on the surface.