“Thursday At Dusk”
by Thomas Park
As time passed, it seemed
to accelerate
Our road trip
To the Eastern beaches of Lake Michigan
Or making boisterous breakfast at the cabin
Freshmen and women, Sophomores
Seems Thursday already. . .
Has an edit been done with violence, the editor
cut too deeply into the film
Have scenes been lost or discarded?
Lake sands, cooler now in the approaching dusk
Puncuated with the bones of fish
And sessile shapes we used to avoid
That gather, slowly-decaying, in profusion
There remains a strange appeal
Digging deep enough, clean sand lies hidden
And sadly sacred memories,
Recalled in moments
Formed clearly once
Something whole and complete
Like a window of stained glass
Illumined with the sun’s rays
There reflected for an immortal-seeming morning
About this release:
Sounds by Brian Eno
Gathered from various liberated remix projects and articles
And represented with the requested cc share-alike license
All other work by Thomas Park
Including remix compositions done usin generative Python-coded environments.
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