"upward"
running, running,
running
then
to float
lifting me
the quick leaving earth
higher
wind as a carpet raising me
floating every skyward
tumbling, i begin
forward
backward
9.00 o'clock to 3
round and round
spinning me into fine mist
like an exhaled breath on a winter's day
higher i climb
invisible almost
until
dirt attaches itself
tumbling still
no earth below
air thunders in stereophonic thunder
then
music
entrance music
greeting me
voices emanate from
instruments pointed low
unraveling
unraveling
dirt falls
and falls
slowly gliding through,
through the parallel mystic
except now
i do not recognise myself.
and notes,
notes,
notes play.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
27may08
copyright © 2008
inspired by a wonderful musical work of the very talented artist and composer jonathon earl bowser. http://jonathonart.com/music.html
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