broken chords for a grain of consciousness
cry out for chronic
crib sheet laconic
melancholy mole, way down
deep in the ground. privation
be normal. have ratio

clutter all around here, clean it up
mutter, think, why envy? chance
springs eternal, one meaning, then another
words like infinity, Mammon, skin, tone, drum
slip back in just like October and the good months

call out for music the music and the music
may come

do I make myself clear yes
but how