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Just as if truth
Was a declaration of faith
Designed for your own special needs,
You deemed it possible
To become more than a roaring whisper
Within the dreams of mankind

Accepting you had much to learn
And even more to remember

One day while walking through a museum
You caught the eye of an odd little fellow
Watching you in the reflection of an exhibit
Appearing distorted though the rippling gleam of a fountain

He approached and introduced himself
As a fellow “tourist”
And daringly suggested
You could revisit the time
When you were not touched
By human hands

When your original complexion
Had yet been altered
By the design of collective thought

You were taken back
But very very interested

At the time, you were unaware
This invitation was conveyed
By a man of outstanding credentials

An “underground” scientist
Who was something of a psychic
And a wise master of cosmological endeavor
Harnessing eons of didactic data
Surpassing all new age technicians

He was the one following you
Through many of your life’s hallways and corridors

A warm yet elusive shadow
Always surrounding you
But never quite there

He proposed transforming the genetic structure
Of your spiritual temperament
By rearranging
The skeletal framework of your thoughts
With alchemical mixtures
And electro-magnetic stimulation

At first, he was a little skeptical
You would accept his offer
Since there was an imminent danger in advancing
The scenery of death
So the living can absorb its structure

There was always a chance of not returning
To whom you were once believed yourself to be
(And perhaps that wasn’t such a bad thing)

And most of all, could your body/spirit
Be able to restructure the heavenly helix?

He mentioned, “Become more than a roaring whisper
Within the voice of human dreams”

Upon hearing this declaration
You totally agreed to this exceptionally enticing enterprise

You were convinced
He had the technological skill
And knowledge to achieve this undertaking

Over the next few weeks
You both grew to trust each other

So after much preparation
You stretched your body out
On a table
For a moment almost feeling like Frankenstein’s anti-monster

Would you be capable
To survive being touched
Beyond human hands
While still being held within them?

Only time will tell
When time no longer matters