Since its green dawn this world,
headed towards its crimson death,
has been making music. Without us.
The sound of our time
is a war between nature and machines,
our past and future trying to disintegrate
one another.
Instead we want to soundtrack their
embrace in
a complex and beautiful now.
Give voice to birds ex machina,
cat prodigies, electromagnetic whales,
carnivorous horses that call us through
unjustly forgotten graphite telephones.
Replace deafening destruction
with a song the lovechild of
feeling machines and
techno nature sings.
Try to hear the musical cries
of what created us and what we created
as they fall in love in cyclical eternity.