It was the evening before all the revolutions
when the structure was taken over
and the same axe was called good.
I who had fiddled around a bit in philosophy
to try and find a usable principle in life
was struck by the inexplicable
at the Count Nostiz theatre in Prague.
In the second act of Don Giovanni
Mozart’s music tore a rent in the heavens
and let the sheer glory come tumbling down
into our fumbling souls.
For a moment the world became real.