ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
MUSIC TO MY EYES
snowy baroque
folkloric element of chipmunk tracks
intervals between flakes
arrange for flying melodies
etc. blah blah
etc. etc. blah
I entered the prison of metaphor
gladly and then felt trapped in it
as a note is trapped in a scale
and hammers a snowflake
with an icicle to chip the wall
of glacial harmony to pieces
brilliant shiny pieces like dust
for freedom meltwater for
running away unrestricted analogy
for our common experience
our freezing common experience
in the orchestra of icescapes