we are transported
to a phosphorescent dreamland
dipped in leaf blood, resin streaked on our faces
moving clockwise round some otherworldly flame drummed out of the stones by the ancient tapping of civilisations past
intoxication of the feet and bones
colourful storms in our heads
we slip into a place without Time
and there we rest our weary souls through ecstatic movement.
∞
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