It dawned to me Being in a hall Filled with music Like subcomming In a chapel Are ultimately Identical reality No, not emotion Nor some specific Method Or translation But a reality That cannot creep Into our stupor so deep
It dawned to me Being in a hall Filled with music Like subcomming In a chapel Are ultimately Identical reality No, not emotion Nor some specific Method Or translation But a reality That cannot creep Into our stupor so deep