dark sources carve through chiseled stones searching
as descant rituals practice mystical prayers and hymn
into the hollow houses of tumulus bone and clay
abode to the abysm bodice of chasm’s living dead …
In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into
Peace?
Dayvid
Namaste
Tony