...and when they saw us;
saw how we lived; they called it
beautiful pain
Breathing
Breathing....
I see butterfly
orchid
thistle
superposed
Breathing....
I see ice crystals
White flowers
I see sidewalk
rolling under foot
like waves
Breathing....
I see faces
I hear voices
and feel more
than I know what to
do with
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Here's a little improvised piece called Butterfly-Orchid-Thistle Superposition #2
http://www.archive.org/details/Butterfly-orchid-thistleSuperposition2
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