As one body, as a single breath
through which any music must pass—
And to get it right means to be precise.
Think of the needle that must itself
gather courage to enter what precedes it:
never an easy matter, given the redness
of the field and what it might stand for—
unknown sacrifice, the most-desired,
the forbidden. The never again the same,
what you pay for any kind of knowing.
In response to Via Negativa: Starving Artist.