Clade Song 12

Earth ƒƒƒƒ

under a layer of silence,  their bequest

[machines could not outlive the utility of their masters]  

winter overwinters,  burrowing        into  thousand-folded       isogloss

~ ~ ~ moss  monophony  |  |  |  |  plainchant  rising  from  the  choir  of  calyptrae  ~ ~ ~

~ ~ ~ springtails  leap       staccato sautés      over  a  celeste  of  ice  pipettes  ~ ~ ~

~ ~ ~ an  Aeolian    web   harp   “ “ “ “  tremolo  shivers   twig  to  twig ~ ~ ~

~ ~ ~ swinging mushroom caps  ring the changes    /\/\/\/\    peal     permute   repeat   ~ ~ ~

~ ~ ~  amplified swoosh of the      percussive  aquifer,  ice lens its resonator  ~ ~ ~

{          . . . .           one  crisp          birch leaf          clapping            . . . .           }