I
am
movement
contrived
to your wishes........
in
the
ambers
and browns
of a rising
winter ............
I
sorrowfully
dance
to your rhythm........
dancing
summers
forgotten tune..........
dancing
summers
forgotten tune..........
swinging
to
the
three peat
of
Monk's keys .......
spinning
in the
horns high's
until
I'm
Dizzy.............
WIshINGthatyou'Dspin....withme
dancing
dancing
in the
summer's forgotten tune
of LOVE..........