Just a low hum on the floor and the voice way out front, holding those long open notes.

Those little turns feel like breath more than a new section. Still mostly voice and drone.

Something low is gathering under the voice now. The space around the voice gets a little tighter.

There it is—the feet finally give a count. Quick steady stomp under the same long line.

Small hitch in the pattern, then it snaps back into the march.

Didgeridoo and hurdy-gurdy warmth sit in the middle while the bright edges flash and fade. Not much wandering—just staying on this road.

Repetition starts reading as discipline. Same footwork, same upright vocal line, held long enough that steadiness itself gets heavy.

Grip eases a touch. The phrase circles back on itself instead of driving straight through.

Lifts again—still not a stop, more like standing taller for a few bars.

And drops right back down. The feet never really leave.

Brief clearing in the weight—open for a second, then the pattern pulls itself together again.

Rebuilds. These late swings are smaller, but you can feel every change in load now.

Last tight stretch. Off-axis accents rubbing against that steady foot count.

Now it breaks for real and empties out fast. No sprawl after the work—just gone.