PERFECT:

 

Upstairs, in a room overlooking the street I heard a voice, 

immortal, singing in a loop bringing some kind of hope in 

stereo. I was dumbstruck, out of sight, bathed in unexpected 

light from the other side of the mirror. That voice has no

problems, nor ever will, or age, celebrates perpetual euphoria, 

eternally great – it’s on that record you bought, perfect forever.

 

(K)