At 6 AM things were appearing
In my sleeping mind
A series of tablets with numbers
That consoled me somehow
And surrounding the four bright slabs
Hovered something between music & sound
The scene ends when I hear
A knife tearing through paper
The 7 am car ignition
Of the man who lives next door
As the morning passes
In blocks of time
That surge and vanish
There are attempts to locate music
That could regain what was lost
Upon waking
Songs that might vanquish
The dream thief neighbor
Sunn O))) is pulses of bright
Viscous phosphorus matter
Shimmering in the distance
Ricardo Gomes & Domenico Lancelotti
Are murmuring analog
Modular crackling
To a morro nylon
Guitar cluster of signs
Refuge in a basement in Lisboa
I come upon the earliest
Existing piece of music
The papyrus scroll suggests
A descending minor scale
With angles reflecting its Ungarit
Night desert origins
Played on a lyre
The afternoon light shines through
The oak leaves turning them
From dark to bright clear green
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