Wednesday, March 12, 2025

WELP!

AN IDEA OF IMPROVISATION AS ENTERING A TEMPLE


or sensing, no inventing

the singular sound of

a bowl of fuchsia blossoms

to somehow say

“why is a future tense”

to reflect or project

what we alone feel presently

becomes a recurrent currency—

kneeling or falling before

a nearly purple sound

to make what 

we might ache to field

or place as scene—

a local sight

of the solo

as empathogen.