the footpath of the future unfolding.
Oscillating music leads to us,
electronics, sidereal, acid as the stars,
as mechanical wonder
tour like a hoop,
changes of color, breaks its form,
is spilled like rain over us.
The vertigo tends its luminous trap, vanishes in concentric circles...
A shining space
Let’s go into the tunnel... the future is waiting us.
There is centrifugal force no more perfect than the one
that it generates the blue deep of Richie Hawtin´s eyes
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