Confusing Thumbs For Radiance, A Childhood Poem by Warren Falcon

My first UFO encounter with symbols (behind my head) . I loved that cowboy shirt too. What, uh, about 7 years old? I seem to have squinted alot as a child/teen though my vision was good but my gaze then and now was inner. The outer world was just too frickin' much for me to see unless I was alone, away from people, and spiriting/sporting with tree and stream and mountain devas (and at night, the star ones, my flash light in hand signalling to the UFO S-O-S S-O-S...big mistake! come get me outta here NOW NOW NOW) . Found Carl Jung early though...and mystics all sorts gathering dust in Carolina libraries on shelves out of reach but reach I did, by gods, and still do. Squint squint and wink wink. The joke is on existence itself, the leela dance and laughter of Coyote (it's a tipee behind me in the pic) hecking and wrecking 'is rod through me...