Old Franz heard ufo signals He heard them on his radio The one that he had invented People thought he flipped his wignal
The I that can't see itself thinks wordless thoughts that flow in the wind Waves murmur melodies of "we" Sometimes it shares secrets with me.
The blind may hear more than most souls. The wordless see more than you're told Like a blurred smear of future past Some see through time that ever lasts.
We have abilities unknown To transmit though space you can't see So stop making fun of Tesla Everything you use he conceived.