Saturday, March 4, 2017


 compels us
to flee our  white scraps
of paper
for an  analysis
of our gestures
  which  suddenly snaps
onto a rhythm's emphasis
letting my music stand
by my soprano sax
into the nocturnal
  width of meditation
 making me relax and glow
forming a blissful attractiveness
  from an unfathomable
    bubble into
an incomprehensible
  but sensible sound
in an inventive lively myth
of our own metamorphosis
from the underground.

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