Thankfully, we have time and space,
room to gallop and lurch and stumble
in 7/4 time and other odd meters.
The people I love would not sell out
the Mission Impossible theme to a 4/4 beat.
We possess plenty of madness,
but we are willing to be rational if necessary.
What resonates in our chests
is brassy, offbeat, and suspiciously earthy.
We are patina-coated non-rationals,
conducting our own fabulous orchestras
at full volume, stomping the ground, raising dirt.
This is our rhythm through life.
It’s our only defense against the maddening crowds.
From: In Transition
MS in progress.
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