the head hurts
the eyeballs swell
the vision finds its purchase
on a hairy helpless animal
that quivers on the treble
note of a string.

The music is for us now,
don't you know?

The music is for us
to tremble and pull
inside  ...  deep in the groin
deep in your life
under the pile
above the bird
left of the river
right there where you're looking
under the lies
beneath your attitude
above what is frozen
but under the sun.

Beyond what you heard of,
just in time for the show.