on magic:

music has moved my soul from whence it came; room without room for me

music has sold my soul for its sovereignty; ability to move my love-

to make me move.

if I could sing anything now, it would move the mountain under me

if I could touch anyone now, I would leave impressions ‘of me’

 

a screen we need to write about last night, the sweep

took away the tear you languished over. white nonsense.

that’s all it is.