The consort of myself talked to one another
They decided they have a means of action upon things that needs
To be assessed, yet a plane of thinking without thinking
A realm where
Are the same and different from the other
Yet in the midst of it all
I am beguiled that three figures arose from this
One telling me
Ehy, wake up
The last one
Please dont get up you need the sleep.
Then who do i trust to listen to
Or shall i entet the realm of the fourth
Do what needs to be done
And be done with it.
So as to speak
To be dealt with
I am here typing aren’t i?
Then it is settled
Just need my
To be my friends along every day