Rhythm

Rhythm

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The beats echo…

resound on the walls of my innermost cave.

The patterned sounds come and go,

come and go,

and set free my hidden-most slave.

The pulsating radiance of wind, string, mallet, skin,

urgently repeats the message from within;

from within the hearts of creator, and Creator;

reincarnating the most private will of the initiator.

A force majeure – building up; internal…

A raging vigour, infernal

 

threatens to spread to the forest of greens in my mind;

the forest of greens – not yet seen; aligned

to the city planner’s ideological map of perfection.

My mind is not open to your inception.

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© Annalinde Louw 2012

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Lost in Music Version II

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This piece was written on 25 October 2012