Carnivales
butterfly
us.
we paint our faces
decorate our bodies with coloured music
emerge into ritual
we transform our selves
shedding skins we thought were us
casting our masks into fire
Carnivales
butterfly
us.
the Old Ones open their arms
welcome us
singing our secret names
we prepare our hearts
to dance with the spirits
of the sun
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Photo and Poem by Clinock
art rat cafe 