Central Park West plays through headphones..and..there is  peace….a calm that mad dashing slashers of the night can’t take away….

Coltrane blows transendence.. resurrection…leaving all this….this….what is this….

It is fear….anger…insanity …muscle aches from Seroquel….thoughts of nothing….and nothing is worse than nothing….

Today there is salvation through a set of headphones blowing Central  Park West…..

Tomorrow…..who knows….