matuli kulton

Here we are again, twisted with split ends.
Sitar bends.
Motorcycle spins.
Vocally empowering.
Visually it’s the motion of kilometers per hour.
Moments elapsed of the time you never thought existed.
Expressions of happiness.
Considered as the state of well-being, as as time mends,
Your existence evaporates to higher meaning.

The twists.
The bends.
The splits.

The spins.
Are all gestures from a lower
Vibration.