Lǽst (Original Score)
The endless inbent fractals of connection
The backlit nimbus of higher dying
To wound the autumnal city
The hood of miasmata that weighs over the bituminous streets
Living machines, perfect bolts of lightning
Reach out, pierce the fine fabric of the sheltering sky
One decillion parts black velvet futility
Upward behind the onstreaming it mooned
Souls and Cities Brooklyn, New York
a) manufactured space/noise and boundary
b) non-volatile but present duress resulting in fracture
