(Recorded Poem)

Suspended
She flows between the past and the present.
Her dreams unfolds her desire.
She demystifies her self
As if she were like everyone else
Yet her vapors surround her like fire.

Susceptible.
She ponders:
Spirits come. Spirits go.
I hear them, but I cannot see them.
Perhaps some day they will come to me
Right before me in all of their splendor.