They can only grasp what they hear then conceive, subliminal is my identity, physically, mentally, imaginary, they call me something, epithet, friction, electricity, I am nothing, I’m a combination of lost words creating another burst of thought that I think they might have lost, well I don’t have to watch to know how it ends, I just sit in the back row and write the sequel again and again my friend, so when the lights go on and that credits roll up, when all is done and the end has begun, I vanish into thin air, I’m nothing and nowhere, remember, impalpable.