On beats of sound trembling deep inside,

I dance towards new ground.

Float into a World unknown,

yet undiscovered, unpaved the roads.

Fly over and into new horizon,

in spite of old, I let it flow from me.

Waltz up to a land of golden promise,

with views unspoken of, but foretold.



On Four-80-East’s ‘closer’

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