A point of entry into the fourth world (a poem)

Because I feel like posting another one…

Monday morning
I am following the music
and a few random clicks
to imaginary locations
where I breathe the music like air
close my eyes
and dream in abstracts
continental flavors
all pointing to a spot in the city
where I can make a second
stretch for hours

(8 June 2015)

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