time music is deep hum rode open, ravished as multiphony—a fabric of tones concentric in orgasm. Silent birds can sacrifice their wings to whims of wind. Rather to live & to die & to still again guide breath thru its ornament like a corpse that howls thru its ambulance. An open throat, shaped as love shapes a full-tenored embrace with nothing discreet to remain, so expands as bare sonority: what in the kosmos electric am I not ?
