Rufus Dumont: nomad boys on motorcycles nomad boys those daredevils nomad boys, dodgers of quicksand that's Suonandajie's clan nomad boys, cast by Tibetan winds, nomad boys, and their endangered kin, nomad boys, their eyes on the soft furs of those greedy poachers, at the confluence the three river's source a lone road's pilgrimage that pot-hole filled course to the Blue Mountain Steppes the guardian angels nest and the nomad boys test their winged stretch. nomad boys track down the poachers in that heated battle scene, bullets careen in that winter freeze, and Suonandajie falls to his knees at the confluence dusk kicks and vultures give Suonandajie's final lift release his dying wish and on the Blue Mt. Steppes from their white tents the grasslands are scarlet the mothers' birthing blood is let

marshweed: when the slide comes in i thought it was a synth real far in the background!