The circle of the Earth is the head of a great drum;
With the day, it moves upward — booming;
With the night, it moves downward — booming;
The day and the night are its song.
I am very small, as I dance upon the drum-head;
I am like a particle of dust, as I dance upon the drum-head;
Above me in the sky is the shining ball of the drumstick.
I dance upward with the day;
I dance downward with the night;
Some day I shall dance afar into space like a particle of dust.
Who is the Drummer who beats upon the earth-drum?
Who is the Drummer who makes me to dance his song?
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I like this piece on the grounds that it's simplistic and it's meant to be (in my opinion) in that manner. Spacial and figurine of sorts as well. There's many aspects to this than just the one it lays out in front of 'you'.
This is one to read again and ponder on. A good piece by this Anonymous poet.
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