Radio Silence
Colin Vearncombe (Black)
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Beneath the radar
The sun, moon and stars
I am breathing, waiting not only to inhale
I am a form forgotten
The reaching out and touching; the duetting
To harmonise with stars as I am breathing
Seeking not only to inhale
Breathing
I will scorch the heaving clamour with the
Stillness of breathing
Driven by the beauty or its’ lacking
There’s no going back here
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Beneath the radar
I am stronger than I seem as I lay reeling
Waiting not only to exhale one wild guess
Breathing
I will scorch the heaving clamour with the
Stillness of breathing
Driven by the beauty of its’ lacking
There’s no going back here