Come with me...

Little bird(s) I invite you
build your nest
little bird(s) I've got branches above my head
sway with me aimlessly
walk over mountains high
find winter nights with me
hang in your hammock high over me
hand over flight and all fright to me
cup your hands and be calm
rain tears on me, be a storm
be placid, be glassy, be born
go ahead, be the bird(s) in my horns




It is 12:32 p.m.

This is the seance.