shared breath
I awoke
with a small start
just as my mind
began to slip away
I was startled
a bit
by a passing
sensation of flesh
perhaps
a slight breath
on my ear
the dark swallowed my vision
as shadows danced
in blurry corners
too far away
to explore
a peripheral vision
of pouty lips
smiling enough
to distract me
from a stormy moon
yet at each direct glance
the image is lost
as I search
for that vision
of a face
soft to my fingers
warm to my palm
eager
pressing
restlessly readjusting
brings no great comfort
as the wind
simply reminds me
that this air I breathe
in my endless night
is in fact
shared
by you
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Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
“See I think drugs have done some good things for us, I really do, and if you don't believe drugs have done good things for us, do me a favor: go home tonight and take all your albums, all your tapes, and all your cds and burn 'em. 'cause you know the musicians who made all that great music that's enhanced your lives throughout the years.... rrrrrrrrreal f**kin high on drugs.”
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