
Her careful panic annexed to the giggles between notes, I can
I can go to the soloist and get lost, talked out of myself
There's a hanging/glamour in the work, self-preservation, first law of nature, spin me around again, I won't get dizzy, I want-get to see, how do you play wheel when you're furious, just turning,
Early in the freedom I found my crow, my crown, my why-come