-10.21.2023-
I’m glad I lost myself
In a guitarist flow.
First time it’s not me emerging from notes but you.
It’s the spots whirling on the floor;
It’s moonlight shining on the ground;
It’s his mistakes;
It’s the randomness of noise suffusing the venue.
It’s finally the melody and staff unfolding in front of me.
The best I can hear so far is the least I can hear other than myself other than the connections.
It was not again an immersive one of excuse but something fungible and tangible, and I can treat it as if I’m not a part of the Rain
As my head falls incessantly.
Dance not me but with me;
Watch not me but with me.
I fell in sleep.
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