song of summer with Delius
perhaps now music can be genuine
not for harmony only, sweetness
but for all represented

a real language
far more detailed
more expressive

for machines?
accentuated "people"
glad i left media
since these brainchines produce none
with their scanning

beyond time
their existence
having only heard there is an end
and even hope for it
knowing noone who has left
save those injured

True, my expressions
can be run as probabilities
selected, filtered, connected
by past behavior
yet not

there is enough Nature in me yet
irreducibly
their subjects, genres, forms
did not snare me
I roam free
beyond time too
for these are my playthings

whistle while you work
levers and teeth
do it silently
relentlessly

did you break or bend?
you are only a part
and I a whole

like Before
my people sang all day
all things
without dischord