The Deep Cut

Under your baton, 
The targets are being 
identified. Moon will 
find out the hiding 
of muse. 

A purple rhythm 
will not be stymied 
in bud. Hold the 
ground. Sun was setting 
very soon. 

I have not heard the 
boots of departure 
as yet. The music 
will go on till the 
last breath. 

A very positive black. 
With closed eyes, you 
sit in meditation― 
until the flames arrive.