(no subject)
you are jazz music to me, elusive, evasive, compulsive, unintelligible. impossible to grasp, render and predict. you are over my head, always too far to be certain. you are falling into deceptive simplicity before soaring back to distance.
you are "yeah great fine" and broken kitchenware from "the felix culpa"
the moment I attempt to define you by making a final draw, that moment you close up your spaces and the Universe of your consciousness is eternal again.
is devoid of human touch
is detached from scientific assumptions
you are music with no lyrics and I have always been only good with words.
remain foreign, keep me perplexed.
you are "yeah great fine" and broken kitchenware from "the felix culpa"
the moment I attempt to define you by making a final draw, that moment you close up your spaces and the Universe of your consciousness is eternal again.
is devoid of human touch
is detached from scientific assumptions
you are music with no lyrics and I have always been only good with words.
remain foreign, keep me perplexed.