I tilt my head to better catch the melody of the electronic jabberwock.

I can hear the unwinding clock of regret. The winnowing of violins. The dripping lament of endless sighs of loss.

I hear the crank of Gordian Logic. The click and clack of taking without giving back. The discord of the coiled springs of dissonance. The snicker-snack of Occam's Razor.

I hear the grind of gears inside and out. The off-key chords of squandered time. The creak of tiny mid-weekday voices, singing a counterpoint of weal and woe.

It is terrible and cathartic.
It is haunting. And beautiful.
Gorgeousness and gorgeousity.

11:20 p.m. - 2014-06-18