Late night, late taken medication,
a late walk to the eight fold path,
then a long day ends with Late Junction.
Coincidence: body, meds, time
send this late connection, treat.
Music felt as pre medication
a drift towards sleep, in, out
of memory dream sensation.
Kronos Quartet et al. take me down
halls of time, theirs, mine, eternal.
I feel the flavours of sound
zapping me deep.
Remember senses censored, then sleep.

A. H (/K.H-H) (Jan-Feb 2012)

An old poem, never seemed quite done – but posted due to this:

https://www.theguardian.com/music/2019/mar/15/bbc-radio-3-late-junction-carries-john-peel-spirit-into-digital-age

sadly cannot stay up so late these days

and btw – the eight-fold path reference, I was listening to an audiobook on Buddhism as I walked — and no doubt a big part of this