From spirals in wet red

Came shapes with limbs

That could move in time

And rhythm with the syncopated voices,

Finding pockets of colour

And washes of groove

Stacked higher than their

Legs could reach

Still, they shiver now

With the whisper

Of something they wish

To Know,

Beyond the grey gates

Of home and bone

To the place

Of the Pulse

Of unfired desire,

Just there yonder,

Step by step to find

Your power

That no machine

Could capture

In chips

And the quantized

Quotidian

That still

Feels like

Life.

- words by Kwasu Tembo

Polygonia - Deformed Human Nature [IO:021]

Written and produced by Lindsey Wang (Polygonia).

Mastered at Klangstellwerk

www.klangstellwerk.de

Artwork by Polygonia

www.polygonia-creations.com