The wind says..

The wind says, Dance, and I fall into the storm. There is no choosing which way I turn. It is always to the rain and the deep growl of the dark. Glistening harmony, my bones sit knowing, in my blood and soft walls, beyond which, swift air strides sour and loud upon the sleeping skin. 

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Pencil drawing.


About The Mollusc Dimension

Multidisciplinary Experimental Artist, Songwriter, Composer, Performer, Visual Artist, Animator, Writer of Lyrics, Poems and Short Stories, Teacher. This is a place for writing and research with links to other projects.
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