MUSIC

 

Why are you here

Is it music

We can play music

But you want more

You want something new

I know what you want

You want ecstasy—desire and dreams

Can’t you feel them working thru you

Turning night into day

Things not exactly as they seem

The politics of ecstasy are real

Thoughts in time and out of season

When two motions—

Thought to be intimate and mutually exclusive

Meet in a moment