'Sometimes, cutting into the present releases the future'
Humming witch brains beyond the shadows, boiling peels of splintering ram in sugared water.
So tiny in the earth
I smell dry elves beyond the ground
Word! The sin was good
Weird and invisible to the sky guy?
I breathe glowing bugs in the dreamscape
Now! The day is done
I am happy against the dreamscape
I conjure damp tomb stones against the grave
And a horned beau of the gross death
at a crossroads
nothing to lose
For whose sake
in this late light?
Explanation Code = Deductible (Out Of Pocket)
“Make of a man and woman a circle; then a quadrangle; out of the this a triangle; make again a circle, and you will have the Stone of the Wise. Thus is made the stone, which thou canst not discover, unless you, through diligence, learn to understand this geometrical teaching.”
Free-form junk percussion and guitaristic improvisations, a semi-psychedelic musical commune of two.
Dark skies bring the Greys with bright eyes and insect rhythms.
Contemplations below the navel and above the knee. Only your urologist knows for sure.
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