October 7: Dyschronous

Easterly clouds masked daybreak’s glow so well

All sources of the blue-grey light were blurring.

Without a timepiece, it was hard to tell

If sunrise or a sunset was occurring.

And in the evening, six musicians wrought

Hypnotic aural waves from wooden planks.

Painstaking polyrhythmic patterns sought

To cloud the consciousness, leaving it blank.

So often on a chosen holiday

The contexts with which every day is greeted

That frame my thoughts and actions go away,

Ambitious plans too often uncompleted.

But si...