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Eye of the Microphone
Unfinished. For William Turner, Painter.
Drumming for Creation
Walo Stahan Gwari
Now while it's still warm let us pour in all the Mystery
The Sarsen Circle
The Sarsen Circle,
After drinking once again consider the brutality of prayer
Electronica / Downtempo
I don't want to drink tea so tasteless that even the intent to kill will not come to mind while drinking
That "?" squatting proudly At the edge of surface tension Is it perhaps a mystery..?
The universe is tired Please For just one second stop thinking
Be careful of this word "New" With it's glittering trap
Who is so cleverly manipulating The word "Everything"
Only wanting to melt beautifully away is it a lack of contentment that stirs affection for those things said to be as of yet unseen
Now while it's still warm let us pour in all the mystery
Even that still here and unwanted can you and I love it? just like us it was born here too
A new radiance springing forth from inside the light
Only the winding "why" expresses anything clearly
Who would have thought this callous history would become my skin
Once again I hear the beautiful vertigo...luring us to "do something
an acute sensitivity is not simply a "madness" an acute sensitivity to the resonance of "i love you" teaches us just a little something it's not that we can't do something it's just that we haven't d
invited in practically drawn in by something facing the exit of this hiding place who is it? that went in..
ready and waiting ready and tired of waiting this happiness hovers for a while opaque..
still unable to throw off that teaching a heart left abandoned unable to get inside that empty space nerves freezing that unconcealed sadness..
Tima Formosa 3
Tima Formosa 2
Tima Formosa 1