“All wrapped in red tape
Like swimming in molasses
Hot air thickens sludge”

I see the confines of society,
and swim in the inability of that same confluence of people to mingle in a way that is harmonic -
yeah, and I too hear the 'shlock' of the air as we move through an energy unseen --
that which, spoken of, is elusive, and written about is undone.

I am the After-Life - He says...
and who am I to question (or even make relevant) when I know that it'll reach you just right in the end...
I say, Anne,
have you heard it?
Can you hear it now?
And what is the sound of that one “All wrapped up in red tape”?:::
                                                    sounds like one to make: escape`
                                                      ‘Like swimming in molasses”
                                                      The Passer-By’s have past us!
                                                      Hot air thickens sludge
This Word~Will Not Budge!