How many lifetimes minutes in just this day week month year has it taken just to get to this pointa threshold
a stage
a scene
a picture plane
a roadside
a gallery
a store
a labratory
a museum
a feel good place
a room
a spot
a niche
a garrett
Raga surges
sitar bites acerbic plaintive notes into the thrumm of tabla drum
thum tAK TAK TumbS
AND THE FLUTE WAShES OVER WITH SILKY light
sitar dances like a snake in the cool grass
head and eyes in rapture
beyond hope beyond fear
beyond beyond
and simultaneously even more here at hand
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