Red and white
spiraling up, then down
over clouds
under water.
It starts with a jump
then a swim
up and up
over houses.
Once proper altitude is achieved
it’s time to soar.
Arms become wings
legs stretch into a tail.
I can see it all,
then nothing as the world turns back.
The wind is my breath
as the windows fade to black.
The book closes quickly
as I try to remember the scene,
distraction erases
my dream.
Each hour beats pain,
is there enough strength
to break through?
My invisible wall.
Imbalance in my physical space,
Grasping for air,
That sound beats on.
I can make this mountain
like so many before,
where is my faith,
which drawer.
Ignore the news
it really is better,
there is a another way
than watching Doom Factor.
Dream of the joy
in making thoughts come alive.
don’t give in,
survive.
Everyone is crazy and no one is normal.
From the inside looking out,
trapped inside our souls
over several lives.
Its a wonder why the other side
looks better than this side.
Should we stay on the move?
Or settle into our cracks.
Wishing to stay at the time
of the present.
Longing to return
to time remembered.
Maybe it is better
to just accept the world
as it appears,
and invest your time
in the bank of life.
Did it happen how I remember, was some ulterior force sub-hinting, is this a dream, or tipping point?
The day is longer and quieter. An action plan is required. Oil in the cogs.
Maybe summer is designed to bring on thoughts of desolation and boredom. Natures slap. Innovation incognito.
No longer can I push through the fog believing it will pass, rather it should be endured, reflected, admired and a blessing into another zone.
Let your mind freefall
Listening, making, and collecting. I love music, and it loves me. It heals and calms my savage self when you least expect it. Sneaking up with one of those unforgettable moments in life that Deja vu you.
Long live music!
Don Cohoon 
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