Skin, peeled away like melting wax,
reveals red raw truth.
We are of the bleeding and the bone.
We are of drumming
in the holy land of drumming.
When all thought is peeled away,
still this red drum beats.
We are of the bleeding and the bone.
We are of drumming
in the holy land of drumming.
When all thought is peeled away,
still this red drum beats.
from Cathedron
{Digital Images manipulated in Adobe Photoshop}
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