A Disco for the Daytime-Waltz

The Carnival Lights have returned, a generational cluster of Carnival Lights, once fuckin’ around the back-alleys of hiatus & autonomy and now with a ticket to soldier aboard this fine ThinkTank. And we are. Loitering amidst a dazzle and shooting from its hip and happenin’ moxy.
It’s good to have good company
and only a rollerblade removed from where we were, in a fashion.
A Hot new recce,
A Gumbo of Soul,
A direction without its destination
A rally, a cry, a glint in the eye.
And that’s the gospel-truth.