Lp5. Poem by Mary X

rhyth-matic
escapades into
the journey of
electronic unknown.

stream and streams of conscious
sound collate and corrugate
each other,
architecture at its most sublime.

delving and delving more.
more.
dig into the wavelengths, the frequency,
the un-lying truth that lays
so naked and raw.

bit-sounds and trillion
notes, singing throats
without voice. necks with cut
shapes collage the air,
collage the waves and
play the strings of imagination.

before I know it, the track
has stopped – I put on more
and light another cigarette.