To shake the powdered atoms
from the flaking cavern walls
That fossil horn
has summoned tribes
from different walks
alive tonight
Loose trousered hounds of pedal drums
are swilling bass for rocket fuel
All spastick in the rinks of treble,
animating vertebrae
draw talismanic creatures
rolling planets from
their shoulder blades.
Into the gathered sound
The ritual breaks a rip- tide sweat
A chance to wake the daemon
through those coronets of frequency
for stussy armoured Sufi
whirling
pneuma to humidity
A circled dharma rhythm-grasp
a knowledge passed from
Astronaut cartographers.
Acoustics of the standing stones
the hunting party hill-top chants
a triumph in the sacred groves
two hundred thousand years
of dance,
Have brought us here.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 9:28 AM UTC
To shake the powdered atoms
from the flaking cavern walls
That fossil horn
has summoned tribes
from different walks
alive tonight
Loose trousered hounds of pedal drums
are swilling bass for rocket fuel
All spastick in the rinks of treble,
animating vertebrae
draw talismanic creatures
rolling planets from
their shoulder blades.
Into the gathered sound
The ritual breaks a rip- tide sweat
A chance to wake the daemon
through those coronets of frequency
for stussy armoured Sufi
whirling
pneuma to humidity
A circled dharma rhythm-grasp
a knowledge passed from
Astronaut cartographers.
Acoustics of the standing stones
the hunting party hill-top chants
a triumph in the sacred groves
two hundred thousand years
of dance,
Have brought us here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qf-OodvbShY
I cannot resist the pull to dance- a hair-shaking, body- bending, feral catharsis that can leave me soaking, aching but retored.
It's in everyone.
No substances were abused during the writing of this piece
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