Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Safety-Dance!
Dis-entangle your UN-toward SMILE, get with SCREAM your Mandrake root. Jump UP, DOWN, find the DEVIL in your feet. A SAFETY-Dance, a clickity-clack, that whoosit! If U don-t know how, U R probably worthless!
Dis-entangle your Pandemic-brew, that SWISH, that GIG, U on the Phone, that heaven, your deep Well, that silence and the HELL that leads U to your Sticking Post... where-from U arrived without identity, roots, WEEDS, or some grotto where, ONCE, a Knight spoke to a fair lady. Her name forgotten.
Dis-entangle that WEB, that intrigue, that CONSPIRACY, the whispers, what should, can or BE. Like an Empire, its SECRETS -the Power that lasts so long, but only for a reason. And the Night is long that never finds the Day, so some say. That Safety-Dance that keeps U on your way.
c.2020, dave delacroix.Madrid.-Spain, boogie to Mexico.
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