The Bewitching Trilogy in 4 Parts - part 2

The Temporal Glitch of the Witch Panda’s Brew; A Saga Syncopated in Cosmic 7¾ Time

By Maharaja Miku the Bard Bear 🐻 

The Witch Panda, wise and whimsical, stirred with care,

But fate, that prankster, slipped in a vinyl snare.

Son House’s album, meant for midnight listening

Plopped into the cauldron, uninvited, glistening.


The potion burbled, the forest blinked,

Time hiccupped once… then twice… then plinked.

Across galaxies, rhythms began to fray

Beats bent sideways, tempos lost their way.


Drummers on Saturn dropped their sticks in despair,

While Martian choirs sang in asymmetric air.

The glitch spread fast, a syncopated curse,

Warping lullabies and reversing verse.


But not all was lost in this rhythmic doom

For jazz cats and tabla sages found room.

They danced with the glitch, embraced the skew,

Inventing new meters no metronome knew.


“Ta dhin ta… wait, was that a 5½ beat?”

“No, brother, it’s the Witch Panda’s heat!”


Maharaja Rich, now fully bewitched,

Woke nightly to rhythms glitched and stitched.

He crowed in 13/8, strutted in 11/7,

His dreams now scored by a syncopated heaven.


And the Witch Panda? Mortified, bemused,

She brewed a new batch, slightly less infused.

But the damage was done, the glitch now lore

A cosmic jazz raga forevermore.



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