Into a room, seated in a chair, pressed against a
table. To some extent, questions and answers, vice and vanity, music and
kindness.
Technique is necessary—more in conversation—less in
arbitrary silence; a song sung softly, a languid lyric, avenues and art.
Most never stop seeing, within a parameter, some say a
box, a banner in clouds, others, see until, and no more, this outlines dynamics.
On occasion, power struggles, deep interests,
maneuvering, complicated by stimulation; upon blueness, steeped in maintenance,
much rain.
The question determines answers, in any dynamic. Music
and disposition, passion and attentiveness—to soul, nuances, breaches and
justice.
