is so mesmerised by your grace
that this year, the two days of Ashtami and Navami
coalesce, condense as one.
You are blessed, as I am.
You choreograph — ‘In_terrupt_ed’ —
rehearse its new dance-patterns
invisibly and magically,
gathering fragments into a whole.
and numbers roll out of a dice
the latent architecture of a song-sequence
that is yet to be composed.
Somehow, we sing it aloud
in a language unknown,
every beat and step
in perfect asymmetry.