vibrating and haptic,
visual and immaterial,
embodied and disembodied,
with ceaseless grace
like aural sculptures in vapours of time
the music inside swells.
with hums in a capsule
lured to their demise in collective joy
not as denial or enchanted parenthesis,
but as a conscious and active resistance
to the depressive order of the lower world,
the music inside, a remedy as much as a tool.
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