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| Everybody's addicted To many things, all at once And if addiction is a dependency, then I'm addicted to breath And I'm sure that one day I'll be addicted to someone else's breath A slow, deep, peaceful breath Convincingly close |
| I've finally discovered where my unease stems from... When I fall asleep, and I hear the other humans in the house Living and moving and having their being... I lie there, and hear them BE... And it is their world I get lost in Their world that takes my consciousness Which is why I fall asleep in the arms of Coltrane so many nights To wake up in the arms of Coltrane (or Sting or Horace Silver or Susan Graham or Cecilia Bartoli) When it's 2am, and all the other breaths in the house Are deep and rhythmical And I can listen to Jan Garbarek's "We Are The Stars" With a velvet sky through my bedroom window... And it's just me, simply me... sentient and knowing, Listening to the snatches of truth hiding in the silence Staring at the moon till my eyes burn Aware of nothing but the air stroking my throat Then... things make sense. Because time is thick like toffee, and bends and shifts to my will. I'm not lost there, because there's only me. And it's where I am safe. |
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