the bridge: sirius b and the dogon
enter the chorus, elongated,
skyward-raised arms of néré[1],
praise. vessels of juke,
herald the close of an act
of offerings buried
in escarpment’s face--
lyrical crevices. a sprinkle
of elephant bone wishes
cast upon painted ground
map the chords. in a gaggle
of beats, beyond
category, as if of down,
gatekeepers, tellem[2] people, soar
song high, exit time, twinkle
a bit, then return, glissando,
as their own descendants,
travelers, in search of words
all the instruments know
when they find them sweeter,
in the groove where they left them.
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