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Shimmering,I hope,Like saintsWere we.Raised theArtOf non-verbalCommunicationTo a religion It was deepPhysicalEmotionalIt sung Melodies complexAnd unknown. Who are you? There was learningIn that danceA stepwise tutorialAnticipating theChallenges thatLie ahead
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(for DJ Rob Luis) Grey now Older and More portly perhaps But when slotted into his place in The cosmic mesh He is ageless. He turned me out like It was nineteen ninety-three When I was fleeter of foot And most definitely free. Last night I floated above Dense cloud And found myself Dancing under … Continue reading Trippin’ With Rob
Hey kids. I'm writing this in Brighton station. I'm making the long journey back north after a very inspiring time at the Love Supreme Festival. Initially, I was wary. It was my first time at this particular festival and I didn't know what to expect. The demographic was different to WOMAD or How The Light … Continue reading Love. Supremely.