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
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?”