Sunday, March 25, 2012
Sunday Morning
Sunday morning,
collecting my roots
Reverberations of a still present
beat, bass growl,
slippery
Cropping up in the yellow glow,
fuzzy feedback hums
Bubbles of song
rising from the deep
A quiet meditation and a tuning
of the senses to an omnidirectional
point, presence, space
Open up the lines to receive
and transmit
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