My next new and nice sonic involucre

A pair of paripinnate tracks which
Figure subobtuse in form
Like a shoreline’s widow’s peak
Or an obovate fountain pool
That drones in the corporate building’s
Fenestrated shadow
A burnt tremolo
For John Cage’s midrib
And invasive biomass
Arrange the native margins
With low key jurisdiction

Discovery through an empath’s tell
Built the acicular mounds of motifs
The blunted instruments
And their orbicular voices
Frequently fringe
Paddling along on pandurate clouds
Orbicular voices splash against a past
A tapestry of private and public lines
Mucronated as if by chance.

Distributed by ©Lake Paradise Records (LP023)