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