Hello, can you hear me?


Way back when here was pairing off with now it all came to pass. Hats for breakfast and cats to have a picnic with. When words come to town, the right foot goes up the scale, the left foot down the mountain echoing all words bound in knots. Valley space and trace back to call. Water takes wind out for a round. Peaches parallel popcorn can covers. Indeed would beat a beat. Whitewashed walls metamorphosed into calls: a double spread of white, blue and red wind their colours to the wind. There as dawn, here as norm — across takes place across. Loop – loop – loop! Let's sing together to end in all but the skin. Put as a place is even richer than the pavement opening a window: dance till dawn, bounce up town even when a pass slips between a joint contact or contract and one that was meant to open a door of beads.