efforts and the magic flute.

today was made up of nonsensical nothings
i thought about mozart and buddha
every effort was made just to reach
the next effort
and all that effort and i cant afford
to listen to mozart and i'm too afraid
of sulfur and brimstone to think
of buddha but not enough afraid
to think of god.

i want to see an opera but who
goes to operas anymore?

"Ach, ich fühl's, es ist verschwunden"