Grotesque fingers
clawing their way to the sky
gnarled.
Love in
cog.
Neat-o!
hiding but not
unseen.
And were you there,
under the tree,
looking up?
Not a sound was heard but ragged breath
the wind stood still,
the sun was hot.
So hot.
When they crucified my lord.
Thus, the 'Sum' becomes the most important beat of emphasis throughout a recital of Indian music, since this urge for unity and its fulfilment are the most rewarding experience. ----------indianmelody.com
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