trash dash: manhattan ii

polyphonic dream vision
sonorous in plastic tubing
limned transducers and sound scriptures
in a garden of minimal fences

sonic spaces expand
from properties shaped
of bird-like sounds

the genesis of silver clouds
and chance-based tape collages
squall of rainforest insects and birds

these are the hazy processes
at the intersections of evocative
seams and anticausal
textural resonances

helium pillows fuzz
with electronic modifications
titled: variations 1 – 53

“Right now, there are children playing on the shore.
There are children lying in hospital beds.
There are children trusting us.
Who will tell them what we’ve done.”

— Michael Sims / “Who Will Tell Them?”