Release
There’s a low frequency buzz. It’s been building for a long time. The needles at Cal Tech are quivering. As coyote’s ears turn toward Los Angeles, we realize the silence of late has been that moment. That moment when the Lakota drummer lifts the mallet; and we know it’s about to fall. I’m writing this to a Sun Dance beat- we’re all playing the same big skin. Though the night vision tanks try to unravel DNA, we’re resonating possibilities of something better. The rhythm. We’re all playing the same big skin. The Rhythm. With a Sun Dance beat. And the trees Sway, and the double helix interlocking, and colors complement. Plastic Shamans shy away. And it fits together with a spectral geometry. And the spectral Rhythm reiterates like rippling water.
