Instructions Find Themselves

For all the ills of the world, compose.
For all the ills of lost souls, compose.
Compositions are the only souls. Compose.

Any medium. The medium doesn’t matter,
Neither does the message, so who cares
Which is which? The making,
The rearranging in the face of danger
And other desperate people decomposing,
That will matter any meanings into it.

Whatever’s on your mind, compose.
Whatever you can steal, compose.
Please place whatever you can’t understand
Directly next to whatever you know best.
Don’t try to fix it. Compose us. Leave it.
Compose us. Watch us. We do the rest.