Fred Moten - I wish for other singing

I wish for other singing

There are two yellow rings: the whirl and bounce
A blue fork in the tune
Up and down ain’t reach for singing yet
Or it seems like it even in the no and yes
Every once in a while
With "I put on my colors"
But when there's another sting—
Singing that I wish for that he sings
Or that I wish I wish for past the cold pragmatics
Pray for that little monkish tilt you run from
To edge and bolt the way he kisses money
Sing the box to curve
Contradance made the camera shake off its mulch and lurch for another quadrant

This is a story about his music