'of lines and prayer' is a short mediation on how cruelty can be so common place. I remember riding the T on day in Boston. I had to stand next to a man who had Nazi symbols and tattooed on his body. I was shocked at how this man could sear his skin with such evil symbols of cruelty, and go about his day, no problems, no concern. The work begins with an atonal fugue, which starts with the viola. Each voice enters. The oboe enters later, intoning a more consonant musical melody, which contrasts with the disjunct lines that swirl around it. The work ends on a quiet repeated cell, haunted and murmuring.