Palmyra

The first five minutes of Edgar Meyer's Palmyra follows the drain
where am i?
physically?
staring at my ceiling.
might as well be the stars
the planets
the (non existent) heavens
what matters not is where i am
but how very insignificant...
though that matters not as well.
where am i?
simply retreating?
possibly.
music and these thoughts
all that matter(s)
not.