Every day I speak, sing, scream, cry, and exude a plea to help my head or hang it. But also many a day I find a way out of my head and escape my devastating malfunction. I may see the most beautiful and magnificent existences, perhaps only to watch from a world not visible from this other's. Only a passerby on my way into others I seek, await, or chance upon. When awareness begets familiar ensuing embrace unto an apex of entanglement clarity and reason usurp enlightenment and the question why staves another day as it recedes with the tide of the verse's basal energetic wave.