Encased in this Temple of Bone, we are red marrow; alchemical blood, awaiting instruction on purpose and form.
Encased in this Temple of Bone, music and light pulses with intent to inform intent.
Housed in bone, we are blank cells, awaiting to dance and sweat until we are named anew.
From the ribs ringing comes new life singing in fluid air, shaping waves that will break silent hearts to beat loud. Clear.
This is no ivory tower, but our backbone, our collective nervous system, the communication line encoding our release to arterial roads; we will flow through centres of power and loss; we will flow to nourish and burn; we will surround the places infected with damaging thought, and raise a fever that cools when we are all healthy.
Audible frequencies produced by The Orchestra of Spheres, and The All Seeing Hand.
Visible frequencies produced by Lady Lazerlight.
