BEING

IS BEING … STATIC?

THE LACK OF WORDS CAN BE THE OVERFLOW OF IDEAS

THAT DISTANT DIFFERENT DRUMMER HAS A RHYTHM AKIN TO THE SEASONS

HE BELIEVES, I IMAGINE, ALL KEEP TIME TO HIS STEPS…

IN MY NARROW WINDOW, HOWEVER, I SEE FEW FOLLOWING… MY WAY
AM I ALONE?

I WILL KEEP TO MY PACE…
AND MEET AT THE END WITH ALL TRUE SEARCHERS

I ANTICIPATE A GRAND CULMINATION WITH THE ABSORPTION OF MY
RHYTHMIC HARMONY ARTICULATELY DISPLAYED IN
THE FINAL CHOREOGRAPHY

1987

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