Life in DADGAD

There is a hollowing, here. A passage. I slip.

Tonality. Sound over structure. There are openings to other worlds here. I drift.

This drift is anathema to material power, this is spirit. This is spirit- with the understanding that spirit is bred of living bodies- unmediated, unmechanized.

This is the vibration of dreams. Doubled strings move each other and are drawn in to my bones.

I slip.