and there was a room wired up and digital but also none digital and we talked and played and nailed us to the ground
and delayed
and triangled
and each other's energies flowed
and there was the smell of sweet cookies and warm apple and canelle
caneLLLLLLE!
sweet sweet talkin and tasting and being a part and not being a part and not
being anything
and now was the now and we are now doing the same
all over again but never again
the dancer's alive
the awakening is born
now is the now