Spiral, spin, ride the whirlwind.
Knowing when the drumming stops,
There’ll be no second dance.
– Ulatempa Poetess, “Rhythms” CY 9825
Lost in the surreal realm. Drowned by life.
Spiral, spin, ride the whirlwind.
Knowing when the drumming stops,
There’ll be no second dance.
– Ulatempa Poetess, “Rhythms” CY 9825