I’m earning a doctorate over time. 
An interpretive opera.  
I keep my mouth shut, listen,  
Escalating with all my roles to inhabit received logic.  
I’m retracing what I think I see, I’m  
For concentrating on song colors, unnaming obvious sounds,  
 
Pushing the most obvious among the broken arts,  
The self-defiant.  
 
My cologne is Siesta  
Leaving me in states of redefinition.