A flick of the wrist, evil glittering eye—you walk with a twist, you know it gets me high

There's a carousel out on a pier, horses grimace up and down and round above the waves.

Every breath a meditation, every moment an invitation to simply be.

Light cascades through digital corridors, pulsing with the rhythm of something ending and beginning.

Stripped down to the raw nerve, guitar in hand, dreaming in red light and shadow.