Stephen Alexander North
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There is a constant drone gently tapering off
Something like horns, instruments of the wind
Long and drawn out
Haunting strings that dont last, without a break
Silence in-between, while I catch my breath
Peace, this is peace
Where I close my eyes, and drift
I cant stay here forever listening
I wouldnt if I could
Im momentarily conditionally present
Conducting business you might say
Until my name is called
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