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