Dream Time
Riding the notes of a didjeridoo
as on a skateboard and just before
it fades we casually step off to
a rising female voice pushing to the fore
by the steady beat of a talking drum.
we fly in late afternoon reverie
to the sounds of oil and water, we aum
mane padme hum to a symphony,
of polyphony and rhythmomy,
lost in a moment of anonymity
frozen in a time continuity,
given over to total nullity,
until the beat changes and ascends,
quick moments awareness, lost to good ends.
Copyright © Ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2017
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