From the infinite cosmos it all began
this music for cyclic-maiden-dance-
Jupiter with jazz, Pluto with a flute
Saturn with saxophone, Mars with mandolin
Neptune with Ney, Venus with violin
and the earth full of air, with an Erhu.
From the infinite cosmos it all began
this music for gyrate-gyrate maiden dance-
In which the planets tread their own
and here, where the denizens brisk in breeze
take it in to their percipient heads to follow suit
So timely:
day relieves night,
the flora sheds its leaves,
womb purges its wastes,
sleep soothes its strains,
winter cools down its summer
and the rain satiates its drought.
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