On experiencing a live performance of Morton Feldman's
by The Fife Psychogeographical Collective
A sounded weave 'pedals'
on spectral slubs of
Time's flow, slows, to stasis
a colour field revealed,
in asymmetries of warp and weft.
There is no horizon here - only
a fullness of field, the patterning
of an essence, stretched
All around is sound
All here is light.