It's about
Soloing
The cosmic symphony
Speaking
In the native blue celestial
Riffing the arched aperture
Flying those outer registers
Of this is
How
It feels
This
Is how
It feels
Hiking
The conceptual migration
From first breath/first key
To the breaching Orca
Round about freedom
Down the street
From
Valhalla
Round the corner
From Coltrane's
House.
This is swing
Au plage
Des esprits.
It's about
Temples of redwoods
Glistening
In the
Harlem mist
Listening listening listening.
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Toussaint St. Negritude Orson Gregory Titus
Saturday, April 15, 2006
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