like something un-heard of, never before imagined, unclassifiable, or
maybe
like a golden, gleaming, shiny, damned futuristic age of music, far advanced, sure,
I hear it,
feel something (like a kamikaze pilot coming in from over the horizon (prepared
for the unknown!)) a shifting
inside
and upstairs, something calling me…it’s the voice of the infinite,
its destiny coming at me, it’s a sound never meant
for mortal ears (yet I hear it,
and I’m afraid it’ll blind me, turn me inside-out, shake the soul from my body, leave me gasping
for…) this is what Big Forces would listen to,
this is something for the gods, only
1 question (while she yells,
‘John, turn off that fucking racket!’) why is it
(as I turn up the volume)
that I’m allowed to listen?
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