Feel It

Or don't.

Sounds. Many dozens of multiple

frequencies--resonate, conform to make multiples, 

flowing inconsistently through my cells. More 

and more vibrations take their place. I can't

see. Your touch dissolves. No one can tell 

me who I am now; I'm just. And 

the way you hope to perceive me

is run by the master. 

No one can escape, 

unless you're willing to never come back.