Kubla Khan Through cables measureless to man In Xanadu did Kubla Khan In his mind’s dome decree Through every mile of fertile ground With phones and agents girded round To the great pixel sea A vision wrought by so much dust A monument to holy lust Digital orphans breathed A beauty built on currents frail And memory’s synaptic trail All for one perfect stream Words without thoughts, never to heaven go Copyright 2026 Geoffrey Raines

Click here for the song (a HiRes MP3) Many thanks to Fernando Moreno (Drums)

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