Tune short waves the composite and plain
14-15 November 2015
Come pose me life’s fires, rhythm me soul
Square my chords amidst sixteen circles of eight gipsies
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Let purple music be my sunrays
As fog protects the crops be the snow that covers green
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In structure of sunflowers’ meadows
Make me within their darkest seeds intermittent light
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Scorch me, piece me fractal, grow me whole
Stroboscopic blue meets the red when skies kiss poppies
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Stack me in cabins, save me arrays
Bounty for one and for all let your waves be my spleen
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Scatter me four points cardinal knows
Blend, rise my Arabic and Indian roots into might
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Tune short waves the composite and plain
Purple, blue, green, red axis twine and twirl to tropics
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Searching the skies discover pipelines
Where angels crossing Hearts mirror horizons that glow
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Three walk away by one in the west
Their curves and their sways shoot into one growing mission
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End fake unions may they not complain
As above angels so below only Love mimics
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Shine now through me the one that defines
Under skies of the North the only Love that will flow
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Three walk by one into sparrows’ nest
Sub dues of the mighty, the unholy transmission
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Bond – Fuego
Bond – Korobushka
Bond – Explosive
Bond – Shine
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