Do I Have A Message?

I’m sixty five, 

I’ve lived most of my life,

if I didn’t get it yet,

am I going to?

Well, the only possibility

is if you could cut into

my dance.

You can’t get there from

here, but, you can get me

from there.

I walk around, naked, in

my house at sixty five.

I used to do that in Winfield,

Illinois, when I was fourteen.

There must be some connection.

What we heard is what we know.

What we saw is what we are.

Oh, I so much want to talk to you…

particularly before I’m dead, but,

that won’t happen, so, I have to talk

now, and you will listen after I’m 

dead, which happens for all visionaries,

(not pretending to be one),

but, what I will say for myself to all of

you whom are not me:

If you can read this, you are

pretty damned close.