Sunday, June 05, 2005


hot and sticky
the sun baked children sway
the beats and chords of melody
the distraction of beauty
ringing an echo into your memory
give into the cascading river of notes
and everything surrounding you becomes
slipping into the nonexistance as you shut it all out
becoming one in the communion
of the anamorphic atmosphere

© 2002 thomas bates

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