I’m reading theses in time and opinion.  
An interpretive opera. Local accents are a focus
I listen for:  
It’s a question of escalating to inhabit received logic.  
I’mretracing what I think I see, why yes, I’m 
Concentrating on song colors, naming obvious sounds.  
Oblique sounds patrolled in symmetry
 
Pushing the most obvious among broken arts,  
The self-defiant from slanted states of meagre influence.