Munir Bashir's Art of the Ud plays softly my head winds down.
study, stress at job, eyes straining at the little screen, twitching eyelids.
all can drift a tiny bit for a few hours now.
the sweetest time is night when
work is done
a wonderful book awaits
all is quiet
I can lie down and let it drift
for a short time.
right now no responsibilities find me
right now there is no job
there is no class
no assignment
right now only the ud
and i
slowly
softly
wind
down
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