ANAMNESIS

It’s the end of August in another dimension, from beneath the tree of a thousand fruits Ceres is waving golden tresses. A blur of lithe creatures are braiding a trail of Dhaka muslin through grape vines and pointed cypress.It’s the end of August in another dimension, from beneath the tree of a thousand fruits Ceres is waving golden tresses. A blur of lithe creatures are braiding a trail of Dhaka muslin through grape vines and pointed cypress. 

Sonic composition by nomen nescio (𝑛.𝑛)