Winds that sweep in from conservatory chambers and mechanical farms resonate with seawater churns and assembly-line crude, with shared breath scouring its iron kettle where astringent money’s burned.
Gusts of instrumental arrangements spike and eddy, turning with vapors and fractal dusts. At the city limits, they decelerate, in spins off the genome, with lessons dreamed up into a thunderhead.
Where denial of climatology goes off, nailing up demands on glass emergency doors, its pouring blouses and permanent-pressed integers are nevertheless harbored on the science of shoes and advancing yields.
Stravinsky continues between generations, restoring refined forces in splits of the riverous continuum. The ancient cave-wall auroch painted in blood under Europe leans on hemoglobin production in bones.
Wild coastal spits with their meanings probe for inland rock of sturgeon frontiers still on the move, in the deep from centuries back, while inoculated upright ape populations on Earth overflow.
Sea-pumped mountainous winds go on, turning the sky on its turbines. The more people who show up, the more who’ll be swept onto a future stage to practice what hasn’t been seen.