Bill Laswell Coil — Kala Dawn is the sacred hour Dawn is the sacred hour Saffron and rose-coloured it throws open the doors of the sky Mists, like evil spirits, shrink and shrivel Vanish into thin air The sun pierces them through and through It lights the recesses of cavelike shrines Flashes on the brass and copper vessels of bathers in the river Pure grace Once the breath goes out, it’s fit to burn ....
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