As he sang, he enters what I think of as a shamanic trance. His eyes roll back, in time with the meter of his poetry.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
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An unconscious and un-self-conscious ramble through the day.
As he sang, he enters what I think of as a shamanic trance. His eyes roll back, in time with the meter of his poetry.