Is there a storm coming?
Can you still read the clouds?
Have the Cicadas stopped their hymnal?
call to me.
In the sacred circle
Cutting down the minutes
Gathering the bundles to burn
Coiling the time effigy
Call to me. Bring the Linen in
Dial in a new dream channel
and ride the spinal coriolis
Are you even awake?
Trout scales chopping into the nimbus clouds
I could dissolve into the green grass
Call to someone
The ozone is swarming around us
There is no one left who can translate Cicada
Light the effigy and inhale the incense phantasmagoria
Photos by David Hedman & Satid Kippenberger