Vagrant Ghosts by Stephen Zulli

The Seasons

Vagrant ghosts found passage home guided by each other, Anubis or other myths into caverns hewn from onyx or anthracite.
They watched without eyes in vagabondage; of the womb of spring yellow shoots arose, betwixt summer and spring, exaltations raised their nests in summer an emerald canopy closed.
Between summer and autumn water condensed into caverns of onyx and anthracite.

On motionless faces covering homes a mournful lantern spells in idle light words from languages momentarily undecipherable.
In summer an emerald canopy closed to conceal towns founded on old dialects, in silent yards measuring ruinous night, are places where neighbors no longer speak.
A mournful lantern spells in idle light constellations sewn onto winding sheets of land.
Autumn leaves fell like a wing from grace to mingle with newspaper, books, and grass in silent yards measuring ruinous night.

Summer beyond summer was a golden curse.
In winter's mean charge the whole world froze in autumn leaves, fell like a wing from grace of the womb of spring, yellow shoots arose in winter's mean charge, the whole world froze.
Ill-suited to see hints of flicker seen in life, vagrant ghosts found passage home.
- Marc Awodey
https://www.poemist.com/marc-awodey/the-seasons
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marc_Awodey

Creating stream-of-consciousness cinematic sound-scapes since 1990, using a byzantine combination of electroacoustic, plunderphonic and appropriative techniques.