made things
for no occasion,
with zero designs
on their practical
use. You might think
that such idle ideation
sounds perverse—
that no stanza
or melody could
ever move the Earth,
but could only hope
to subtly shift
a few odd friends'
faintest perceptions of it.
But as usual, as I
move to conclude
this short verse,
I refuse to engage
with the
actionable question
of whether or
not any meaningful
distinction
could even be
said to exist
between the two.
