A Bedouin tent
Air rich with incense
Philosophers and artist muse about the origins of the universe with mathematicians and 100 scarf dancers date palm seed and spices traders, and mandolin players.
The tent is held up with the poles of consciousness
The air is high and in love with the sky
There is no coming down from here
The night hugs the tent back
The two dimensions exist along the same plane long enough for love to expand and contain all those who wish to go on a magic carpet ride
Two lovers that fell asleep under the falling ash and awoke into another life together as one.
Is this riff the end or the epic beginning?
The riveting answer could be, both.