SHAKEN YET RISEN TO RISE

She will come around and we will sing
While with a hand on drum he makes a beat.
Flat cap droans of our swelling,
She will sway yet we will smell.

Hollow drone interprets the game and tastes. All await the coming
Of a stranger…

I was given a box and told not to open until destination reached – reached, opened i fell into boxed music ears, bringing foe to friend, playing with fingers against my metal. Carved a line, reclined as if received, yet swift yeti jumps. From the under belly. Stand in time.

The three septors, moved to light, moved through light. Taken from time brought together to from unique sound never the same but always together, flowing – into – out.
Yes, he sits at his window, working well over breakfast while the rest move towards the noise of their choice, some sitting others standing to watch the lanterns (now lit) floating down the river of the newly formed orbit.
Pieces of flesh covered with armour to fit in, knowing they will feel more comfortable.
Playing with the rhythm, overwhelming, blowing my cover.
Time to move on.
FORMED FUNCTION AWAITS WATCHFULNESS
A SLICE OF CHORE RESTS AWAY…

SHAKEN YET RISEN TO RISE

KAVAHLO MAGAZiNE

GLASTONBURY, United Kingdom

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