All instruments, lyrics performed, arranged and composed by Evan McDoniels.  Photography by Evan McDoniels

He walked through circles of worlds
Magnatonic swirls ovals oak burl
A tinge of sandalwood and juniper burned into the sleeve of his shirt
The smell of camping in the red mesas of northern Arizona
A conversation with sage
Only heard when javalinas translate
To the cactus and rocks
A waft of sacred scarred into the lock
Whom, what or where was the creature to be?
Why be cataloged into the canon
Of pretenders and wallowers
When the land of Maderas 
Awaits in softest fleeces
And offerings off the coats of sheep
Building a blanket of spaceship kites
And a planet out of airplane parts and speckled eggs
This he knew when he walked into the challenge
There was one possibility to succeed and it involved 
A large amount of bravado mixed with cactus spines and rancid wine
Cowboy hats had no purpose anymore in this factory
Civility and politeness had no validity within this callous vanity

Part 3- He Walked Through Circles Of Worlds

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