4/28/25: ah, yes, continue

 today's prompt. In honor of the concept of music, I'm going to recommend you listen something you didn't understand the last time you heard it.

music be, miscellaneous
and left for the scavengers.
they're playing the scraps of
songs my brain makes at the

end of dreams. no one knows 
me like you. no one, makes misfired
synapse become the sounds of 
distant symphony, played from a

cave. they didn't know the occasion.
they didn't get the sheet music in 

time. wholesale invention. hardly
heard from the trucks going by, the

hum of progress follows its own,
distinct meter, notation, etc. improvising

as they see fit. the woodwinds against a 
drum. the saxophone with a slide. the stuff

of another time. another nightmare.
another reason to shake our collective
skulls in disdain and rattle our brains
just so. enough to feel it again.