Another Twisted Groove
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Harmony from a dark heart Between March and May The Harmattan season blows hot and dry A continental trade wind that sweeps From the Sahara to the Gulf of Guinea And somewhere south of Ancient Khartoum Without wings, I fly south High above the dusty road Beside the White Nile And I glide While the percussive beat of drums Is met by chords that float Like me And if I told you The truth That I am hypnotized By the dust plume The particulate plumage Left behind When I couldn't fly (completed on a Sunday, the sixteenth day of June, 2024)
