Hustlin Rusks of Muffin

This One Goes Out To One And All...  A scrap of newsprint swirling in hwytha wind's whirling blasts between the towers... A flyer flits by - a dance in the Grove...  Sound of the Congos pulses and pounds through the night-   We come with our Culture to enlighten the World-  Babylon towers shake- 

Irie!

Rustling Husks of Nothing

Puffs of speckled field-wind stir through the wheatfield's golden-green shimmer.  A paper blows by on the wind - no news.