Cheers Darling

"And so it is,just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me, most of the time..." (Damien Rice)

Listen to the music lilting lyrically through numb veins.
Now whispering softly, beating a rhythm to the waves in your drunken brain cells. Now pounding the core of some other being caged inside of you.Watch your life go up in wondrous smoky curls, dancing their way through the guitar strains.

And everything is as it was. And nothing is as it needs to be.
Optical illusion? Delicately disbalanced senses?
Deliberately obscured reason?

Why do skyscrapers stand unblinking day after day, smirking in your face? Why do the weary boats on the pale blue harbour go back and forth, back and forth,like they never knew another life?

They've learnt to live.
Have you? Have I? Have they? Hope so. Hope to god we all have.
So we can all look at the sky and say we never saw it before and isn't it stunningly beautiful in its newness, not knowing its been this way for a million years.
Like an old geezer turned into a princess with a magic spell it can never recover.

Just for a day, would you say, we could lose the power of thought and just BE.

No intrusions, no black dreams, no lies, no words, no cries. No analysis, no hocus pocus, not even a lovesong, or the smell of familiar cooking.

Just that smooth invisible plane of consciousness, undeterred, unfazed, anonymous.