(from the album An Empty Sparking Light)

Amid the infirmary
we salvage the unseen,
responses unprogrammed,
to find the sounds.

because the time is now
to throw out
all of those illusions

for we are no longer swayed
by the darling media’s
sweaty, groping hands

The time is now
we’ll find the sounds
We’ll find them now

BANG.  CLICK.  LIGHTS OUT!