Telestar

There are those who live and die Claiming shadows with deliberate decision On the grounds of negative space Living lives of resolute precision In the fields of time and stories Our spotlight history has forgot Somehow they have not They are watching the Eternal Unfolding patterns they are mapping As if seeing it all laid out Where the rest of us are busy wrapping Ourselves to hide in perpetual change Of wind and sun and rain at the cross-roads thunder Seeing only the weather we pass through or under If one should turn and look at you Ambling down our street of dreams Playing up fantastic avenue You would know you had been seen In all the aspects you've concealed That your self had been revealed From cradle song to funeral march As if in your life the whole fuque beat Orchestrated through consciousness more real To a crystallization of notes complete Almost hearing as you tremble on the verge Almost there as he walks away whistling a dirge