From the emergence of perfect noise
ambiguity, a blaze of Apollo in the reeds
on Edirol speakers – & one situation
for so many.
 
In the resurgence of dubstep
soul loss, I feel around for my Loefah & Skream
mp3’s – & hear the voice of myself, far-g0ne
illuminating the dark.
 
In the bang of synth conga drums
ecstasy, meets animal. I fear the loudness of skull
disco – & the down tempo samplings of
true apocalypse.
 
In the static of Sahara guitars
solace, for tribalism & nomads, the African
gods of the Stratocaster – & ten thousand
prevailing soloists.
 
In the roots of the delay pedal
analog tape, the vibes & melodica of Western
tropics – & the gravity of the accents
in rough Jamaica.
 
After the decay of civilization
appearances, give rise to a Stockhausen
or a Klimt – & another appraisal
of music, nonetheless.