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...
Published on October 08, 2014 01:02