Jot Instant 101

-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.