Last rights

Sky-blue, glue tortured death leather cut-hand, chinese symbol, black, in a torrential rain, jigsaw odd-piece out, in a frenzy shower of pale cotton and mah jongg washes, a current sound, claps, the acoustic guitar in a brazilian field, open, night, the tribal drums kicking in, the voices going off (inside my head) outside, chromatic, treble trouble. Shout, its over.