Music in another dimension.
To follow not to be.
This choir sings like shit.
Every voice is me.
The big room echoes upstairs.
I tase myself over and over.
The muffler comes off.
And the rumble comes in.
Make it damper.
Round it off.
The melody pokes you in the eyes.
And to us the eyes matter.
Look at it.
Not in your mind.
Not some approximation.
Let its weight hold you down.
You aren’t alone in here.
Quit Vision 