music in our lives
small hungers on our lips. they are talking in a large empty room, sonata. they fill the room with voices images and occasional low frequency content bursts that quickly recede in chaotic sequence. I am so much lazy ignorance but these folks are occupied with blessings. they are focused on communicating. I am distracted by the range, timbre, composition. I sit to the side angular feign disinterested and I do not care what they say per se but I just want to hear all that undistracted harmonic glory. my life moves away from me now and in the passage I am transfixed. immaculate virginal transmissions of empty purity.