Upon the sterling rhythmic dialect sway
The thundering drumming smoke
Lost in between chants & the ground scent
Rich in melodies of wisdom
Pulling feet to dent the sky
Imprinted upon Savannah nights
Highlighted upon the sweaty moon
Mind tatted.
Hips tarted
Body shamefully forgetting time
Driven astray by clouding dust
Settled in sobering sound
Traditions intoxicating with joy
We found ourselves in a fix
Cradle of creation cuddled
Discovered between the pitching notes.
"Chamatengeru" on an insanity play
While "Jikinya" warms up ready to insert "Jerusalema"
"Jiti" begging to whistle the night away
Enriched with body sway sweat
Into blooming gardens of hope
We were all entangled in the past
Mind lost in Haven passion possessed
Dicing a slice of heaven kissed by the moment.
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