Nights open wide for energetic outlets. Days break into patterns of ear drums and bass runs. Evening evens out the harmony of grass strings and brass skies. Midday choirs sing to midnight fans which stand and wave in sequence.
This is rhythmless rhyming. This is grand stand of circadian sounds which rarely find any form of decrescendo.
When we stay up all day in the dark, To stay awake all night fighting the light, We find our place.
when circadian rhythms find inlets, to stay in unconventional unconsciousness, we find our place.
Our instrumental place.