i left my i locked in my cellar, then went searching for it in the woods. i soon forgot to where i'd given it and saw barely past the place i stood. and soon i found myself lost. the forest wandering amongst itself. and i accosted my absent i for dragging me to where i was now held. i cursed my name and i threw up my hands, staring at the path that had moved me here. i crawled further up the path, on which i was pushed, i did not choose. my feet discovered a stretch of blank land. but there were strands of black coals shouting under my shoes. then i saw the earth's windy arms conducting a leaping wall of flames. my flowery discourse lacked consequence in the flailing light of its face. when i told the fire of my tragic fortune, he replied - "only you can allow you to be moved". and then i watched the prairie grass, so patient. waiting humbly for its turn. knowing its time as this form was over, just waiting now for its rebirth.
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