David Jackman
Sekihi Oidori
An abandoned silence. Dreams of drifting, living a fatefull solitude. Wrapped around a grey and foaming voice, reaping impulse and mass like forgotten beats. Lost to countless days and nights, rocks and soil, sand and stars, in the sadness of being standing apart.
Remember the rising flame from time long ago, a sound thqat shook deeply from the bottim of a boiling ocean. On e voice of Mother Magma, formless lava fashioned a primeval landscape. Ash, smoke and seething seas, a red-hot avalanche cascades endlessly. The Awakened Voice predestinated from beyond the Fearceness.
