I see through phones.

S tart at the threshold of departure or arrival. Events unfold at the horizon. We squint, to bring into focus, that which we recognize.     Realizing , we know, what we see. Sleep provides us with the ephemeral veil, that consciousness foists upon us. wake up!

This Is My Energy, watch it flow. This Is My Essence, where does it all go? Think It's My Ending I accelerate from your finish. Thought Is My Equal, Only real see's real. This Is More Efficient, Saying just what I must leaving, others smoking dust Tomorrow Is My Everest, Truth Is My Evidence.