Approbations 425
—after Kenny Barron’s So It Seems
Night is the tragic color of
transgressional hours. Like
humans
reinventing syllables of
feral heat, mischievous worries,
sun’s mirage of lowered documentation,
heralded for an unblemished
cause of necessary existence. Definitions
simpatico with torrid
salutations of night’s first-gray
layer of apparitional fade, brings
end with abrupt inclinations, holding
light’s varied angles by myriad devotion
to uncalculated articulation.
