Things found of pleasure ears be

Scattered acoustics plucked, bent, bowed, are given short flourishes terminated into echo, new ones race the tail ends, small snippets of vocals slot in there, a strange aesthetic like jumpy smudges broadcast from another time as if by Shortwave children - Noh throat verse splutter.



Gentle vibes like unspoken lines cast over dancing chairs.
Yellowing flowers drop, the fragrance is intoxicating.
A rich carnivorous taste as shadows scatter on the periphery chattering like knitting needles.

Let your ears admire the 'Spires that in the Sunset Rise'.

The bone speaks; a Zero Kama.
Blood fills her mouth, as swallows dart behind her eyes
Blinding colours wrapping clouds in rainbows