Invitation to My invisible world

sometimes I feel a part of the background

Like the way I line up so perfectly

Is this rare

How I feel?

How I can handle beats so perfectly in synch

In memory and rhythm?

There’s an invisible world I see

With patterns and balances that need to be aligned

Or broken or something that is good enough on its own,

Like me,

Here’s an invitation to this rare picture

Rare waves inside my mind,

As I love the same as you

With gusto and energy,

My patterns of perfect symmetry

Don’t always line up with everyone’s attitude of social norms

As I have it on a boat of idiosyncrasy’s

That is on a long, tangled sea, webbed and full of deep memory

Where I can remember details and facts going back to the beginning of the age of time, 10,000 BCE.

Is this feeling really so imperfect because I find imperfect rare and rare is beautiful

And beautiful is me.