Two Kwakumbas in the distant,
played in breathe-time rythm
imitating chasing dogs,
in early morning sun,
telling the story,
through musical notes,
creating a musical being,
The two performers,
Seated on dead log stools,
perform for an audience,
that lies within,
They play into a trance,
through shut eyelids,
a new world unfolds,
the dogs in high spirits,
Dashing through undergrowth,
yaps of joy,
accompany their dashing feet,
two dogs at play,
Mist covered hills tops,
Lush tropical jungles,
the kwankumba is heard,
A fading whisper,
in the midst of creation,
telling stories,
of the world behind,
Closed eyelids,
the Composers plays on,
Two minds at play.
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