Thales by Dycide

The cavern echoed drums out
Along low frequencies
De-clicked and rounded
Out the shadow's conga skin,
Membrane,
ringing out over time
To be sharp'd by the blade of a
Hi-hat as bubbles burst
And bitcrushed keys chirp
Like shimmer-crickets
In unending texture space,
Expanding,
Deepening,
In the innermost ear
Like a pulse.

- Kwasu Tembo

Dycide - Thales [IO:014]

Written and produced by David Nowotny (Dycide).

Mastered at Klangstellwerk
www.klangstellwerk.de

Artwork by Ohneweil.