Tag: bachantes

The Fultist’s playing The shapeless horde were dancing,to the sound of their own cacophonyMorphing, switching as they goWithout any rhyme or tempoThen one day, one of them stood putStops changing, just playing his fluteNow the horde act as one and movesTo the melody of the flutist above /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine…