As instruments come to life with breath
The wind sends my high notes
To indigo communions
With Coltrane's Favorite Things
This is my body, which is given for you
This is my blood which is shed for you
My love, like wind, uncaged,
Blows time into timeless whirlpools
Transfiguring fear and all of its subordinates
(possession, fear, jealousy)
into crumbling dried leaves
My love is the winds slave
and, thus, is free
my love is the wind that is shaped
as it passes through the lips of earthly vessels
becoming words of wisdom
songs of freedom or simply hot air
my love is the wind' song:
if it is up to me, I'll never die
if it is up to me, I'll die tomorrow
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