Danse De Rideaux
7/7
Translucent Trigons caper in the night;
Lethean to existence, whirling in flight;
Not a Carracole, Chaconne, nor Curvet;
Endlessly fluttering over us, never set.
The Taoist musings of a wandering Palisadian poet in Brasil.
Danse De Rideaux
7/7
Translucent Trigons caper in the night;
Lethean to existence, whirling in flight;
Not a Carracole, Chaconne, nor Curvet;
Endlessly fluttering over us, never set.