Mystic Drums

Echo from a 
Time when his

Being was that

Of another he

Closes his eyes

Not sure why

Or for how long

Never wanting

A falcon soars

Into his vision the

Beating of the drums

Numb his senses

Unnerved trusting

Turning clairvoyant
Spellbound resonating

Inhaling the soothing
Reverberating sounds
Of the mystic drums
With each new breath
Suspended 
In the moment
Having no future
Past or reason
For being someone
Other than himself

Edwin James

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