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I like airportsambient noise & movementcalm stillness-oasis in me
feeling being grounded (Major Tom?)home more than 'home'
delays don't matter- any aggression is created by you and no one else
floating in salt water tankwide eyes shut openby the Dead Sea
hearing all destinations called outfinal call, Closing Callthe old days with the sound of the board changing
where do you want to go today, man?guess I am restless by birth
when I land I rent a car and drive West,sleep at some motel with that chemical smellhave yucky coffee, and plastic Danishsee the Pacific, Pacific Mon Amour, in the morning
as life & deathgoing on into infinity
passing the noise of doubts and habits and time and sky and stars and darkness in the deep Oceanall memories so far awayfading as patterns in sand dunes ever moving
passing the words of friendly remarksbeing freed from prison of hearing how it should befreed from hearing others whine and complain about loss and gain - all empty anyway
drinking my cold Evian, alpine smooth watermy last preference and attachmentbefore stopping my searchfor the Gate