life became the quest of traveling
from free moment to free moment.
Those periods in my days
when I sit in quiet solitude
focusing on nothing but now.
put on my headphones,
twist the wheel on my iPod,
increase the volume,
and allow the auditory pleasure to
fall over me like a wave.
This sensation surrounds me,
inhabits me,
delivers me, to
the waiting hands of total liberation.
The electric crackle of the bass
beats steady as metronome
pulverizing my ears.
The clear and powerful melody
fills me with an alert awareness
of every part of my body.
The slippery and sultry vocal
snakes around in my mind
breaking through the crevices of my mind.
These are the parts of my mind
that are left idle in all but
the most precious moments of my day.
Moments of solitude,
they do not make me a clone of Moliere.
For I am no misanthrope.
I am me.
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