It’s time to go back to the studio
return the microphone
leave the stage
before it is too late 
and the sun dissolves,
the dark turns the key 
in the cell of sleep.

By the side of the sound 
fluttering traces, glimmers of illumination
on a sandy shore, parallel to the light 
to which sea turtles run.
Signals that the evolution of cells 
requires the survival of a fresh program 
within each radio impulse.

Let another station follow the end of this episode.

Let the chrysalis crack open 
so earthworms may turn into music 
and melody explode.

Let there be flight,
transparent colour,
for the fullness of time,

in the flicker of an eagle’s eye.
in the bite of a death adder 
as if 
a fragment of static 
is about to cross the synapse of suspended wires. 

Again, back to the studio.