i spent a night spinning, a vortex in my spine. watching walls rearrange inside dilated time. i awoke to you leading my legs toward a young yellow light. and i could feel your fingerprints on my scattering blood. i couldn't find a river, so i bathed in the mud, muttering through a stubborn half smile - "i've done what i've done". and i heard the beleaguered earth flush out a sigh. it swung through the trees and swarmed smoke to my eyes. so i shouted over my squinting - "there's no pain i cannot disguise". but the silence just offered a tireless smile, while i screamed with the shrill of a pubescent child. i heard the shivering grass whisper - "fear is the marrow of pride". so i reattached hope to its prosthetic legs. i led the horse to the trough and he spit in my face, then licked the dew from the grass as the silence just smiled as i walked away. with a one armed balance sorting fragments of sense, i felt the mud start to mimic the design of my skin. leaving no old step unturned, i tried to find a new place to begin. and i awoke on a balcony high in the west, while the new love i'd found shook the paths of my chest. and your voice, it baited out the words that i could not alone confess. i watched the mountains as they stabbed the dawn, and your fingerprints waltzed the inside of my arm. the whispering wind sounded just like a morning alarm. i know the devil and peter will each gather their share. but i plan to remodel the skin and organs i wear. i'll catch the sun with my face, and find a truth that can fit in my hand.
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023