Adagio… Hanging There, Unwav’ring

Slow… such
energy,
rolling in…
Expanse of an-
nounced
art-intent
descends to guide th’-
ethereal.

Feel…
O’er th’aural landscape
rest the guiding waves.

Whither
is the purest
note, held as
dancer’s poise?
Sing.

 

Image credit – Jason Goroncy

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