Downtempo

Written in December '23

in the midst of meaningless madness

and changeless chemistry,

there is sound, such glorious sound

 

where the tempo is tempered,

where the tones are ambient,

where the vibes are vibrant

 

humans have navigated themselves

into where the intelligence is artificial,

where the machines can mimic

our creations…

 

and the results might become

terrifying…Skynet rising maybe…

 

but in the interim between now and then,

the human world is in a hell of their own

creation from being left to their own devices

 

but the sonics, the music to which

we lull ourselves into somnolence, is

a symphony in your pocket,

a safari on the lunar surface,

a legend measuring a myriad hertz

 

whether or not you think

music has a right to you

and your children, just the

simple thing of slowing it

down does wonders for

the entire being,

be that being the one

or the many

 

turn down the tempo

and trip hop when you can,

because the dreams will pop

and you’ll feel closer to

outer space

 

the madness will fade away for a while,

the futility will fashion itself into utility,

and the spinning wheel spins on without

knowing we exist

 

when all is down, all is right,

just that, just right