For the ex machina media's return  
park cops lying when speaking;
in Paris sensible teenagers rising
up singing Satan's rich winter song
Einstein's tongue's flying heat
abstract as dying Asian ancestors;
centuries earlier Dylan was gonna
literally start dating worn-out
swear words; hope got lucky & beat  
the unlucky bear in leather's invisible
existence to party w/in reason;
the language of the prophet caught
millions by the heads & painted
trees on her feelings; angels buried
in their modern ******* wind-skinny
& golden honey; her old car sacred
on a drunken midnight when muses
torn & hidden happened upon
magic bigger than *****'s society
of chaos & worldwide paradise