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They lay where lag lay, longsince busted up, no longer young, they the wounded onesthey’d heard about, the aban- doned girl’s name now Melis- sa, Peter the abandoned boy’s… All they wanted was to lose track, not to be counting, step slide into step without notice, notchnot stand in slide’s way… Late ce- lestial evening emoting more than was there to emote, theyrose without thinking, so much of the writing dead people’s writ-ing, so much of the singing dead people sang… A step song they’d have sung had they sung, stepped as if out of a dream had they stepped, step so sustained each foot followedsuit, fleet foot’s midnight creep. An ar- rest of sorts, having so lost track, advance though they did all thesame. All they wanted was to float, fall away risen, soon-come, recalcitrant, anage unto themselves, a new verb tense we would need to say it right, the light of something lackluster, so let go… [End Page 167] Thus they happened upon the noise garden, stone chimes ringing so loudlythey winced, headskin wrinkled raisin- like, heads hung surviving the assault. Soit was they went on, undeterred, upstart obsession all there was of them to know, hands held up to their heads bet- ter to hear it, the tolling they were followed by… A step song it would’ve been had there been one, stone mal-let might step take the real song’s place, step stone balafon. David S. blew in back ofthem, Kaushiki out in front, step’s lone solution come around again, step’s ben- efit unwon… Afterward everyone sat around talking. Step was on every lip. “Step,” some said, “would never do that.” Some said, “Step’s to blame…” None of us could say what step was, neither we nor them. We ran or stood or walked in it notwithstanding step eluded us, the song it would’ve been not the song we sang, we who did sing a song
What if there were a country calledstep, we wondered, a whole planet almost or even a whole planet… The philosophic posse’s unrest was upon us… Next was what we knew even less than step… Teased-out em- [End Page 168] anation turned adamant, stone ma- rimba struck in love’s pursuit.Love’s polity none but to be done with it we thought. On second thought we thought otherwise… Sarodstrings floated on waves far away, a sigh, an extenuated thumri, a bhajan so abstract it was only what step was,with us but so distant we wept… Step seemed all inflection, pure étude. Step City we’d have called it could we catch up, a kind of test. Steplandwe’d have called it, Planet Step… Steep we might’ve heard or steppe, weshook our heads. No second e fell out, no second p. We shook our heads no it turned out. What if the country we were in were the one we meant, weagain went wondering, step toward step step taken… Taken, we lay in lag’s domain, soon to be released we were taught. Fretful, mournful, said to’ve been sprung, come back regrettingsome lack, some extinguishment, there to be gone back to, there what lapse e- volved… Theoretic release. Abstract elation. Bumped-up intaglio the badge we begged it be, step unbeknownstor not [End Page 169]
An ars poetica late in the day. Let step equal next, let regret go.So spoke the epiphanous they we were chorus to, we who were more they the more we thought… March music rose from the ground. We wondered were we going somewhere. As best we could we blew rosewood flutes,played bedouin the best we could. Wind worked with us, ourkestral, breathand disturbed air… O, to lie curled as one again, we thought, retreat to an older mode though we might, no peace came our way [End Page 170]
In a dark room lit by light from the hallway, a dance done in lag’s lap lag brought...