On experiencing a live performance of Morton Feldman's
Coptic Light
by The Fife Psychogeographical Collective
A sounded weave 'pedals'
on spectral slubs of
small differences.
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
into aura.
All around is sound
All here is light.
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