Inhaling Eden
the blue jazz on six strings of steel
dissolves the world like a veil
and everything seems unreal
two hands dancing on mild maple
and I am left alone with my thoughts
stretched neatly across the table
somewhere beyond the music
faces shadow and dodge in the corners of the room
but they seem as distant as the moon
the minute hand disappears into its partner
and hovers on the twelve a moment longer
than I am used to
the music merges into a single note
and all the thoughts I've ever had suddenly make sense
as eternity pauses to take a breath
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