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Music’s Streams

Lutes become ephemeral existences of frequencies
Ears no longer strained by analog warping
Fidelities reaching for heights impossible to reach without chemical intervention
Yet beauty remains often unsought
More still unrequited
Tender auralities satisfied through penetrations’ minimalisms
To trust performances’ authenticities
Delight in timeless sonorous reproductive rites
Yet worlds become subverted in their separateness
Blocked from presents’ existence through playback
Spoken words in nows have no force to distract
Thoughts of auditory nirvana
Listeners dwelling on clouds of mote-inspired delusion
Today ceases to be
We are saved from humans
By sounds’ ubiquity
Finally

(Avi Sato, 2019)