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Each day of the week is
a mode of a scale played
on the seasons

The same passage of notes
orderly and eternal
repositioned and aligned
with a different mood

Tuesday feels like melancholy
Friday like thunder
and Thursday like the wind

Wednesday is a windmill
Saturday a turnstile
and Monday lies under the shadows
of a passing flock of birds

Sunday restores the scale
but if you listen very closely
on that day, you can hear
the faintest echo of
a chromatic scale
beyond the range of
the usual modes, and
microtonal harmonics
dissonant in their perfection
calling to you from
a parallel universe