Moondog

It feels like the universe is stretching out before my feet, and I can take a run across the milky way. Suddenly the scene changes and the New York high rises are looking mean faced down at me, making me jump along the streets as though I had the wind in my back. The taxi's horns all melt together in a harmonic polyphony, until it's abruptly broken off by a flock of Zulu warriors taking a tribal dance up the street in their tom tom way and the jungle starts calling out from behind them.... Vraaaw