i'm leaping somersaults in love-hungry idleness, waiting, property to be re-possessed. i'm daydreaming lesson after weary lesson, bathing in easy lazed depression. there's a hazy debt collection for my devoted days which i'm insured against - love always pays. the music shuffles, tells me i'm on hold, i wait for the presence, to be again enthralled and taken hold of, given direction, woven in narrated recollection. the context is magic! life burgeons out, is the reverse. a relationship, or an experience in which to be immersed? who cares? for now time is a thing to lose, the degree of consciousness i'm free to choose, absence hurts, i feel your hands run through my hair, life returns, its breath is running through the air.
