On a park-bench, listening to the sound of leaves falling,
he became, suddenly, aware of the sound of heartbeat inside
his chest. The lub-dub of valves closing, then of the flow of
blood through those chambers, out into the arteries, and
around the labyrinthine vessels of his body.
The city silenced, the traffic that had flowed along the three
sides of the park now stationary, he was aware of himself
being present as he had never been to himself before.
Among falling Autumn leaves, a man sits in a state I’d almost
call ecstasy while the city growls continuously around him.
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