i heard the voice of god like a falling ember on a phantom limb. from the mouth of a woman prophet. in the breaths between her whiskey sips. when i was young i thought i was the waves jumping above a sharp river like dancing teeth, leaving marvelous canyons in my wake. but maybe i was just born to be what is done to me. and maybe my death will feed a dogwood. or maybe i'll hand myself back to god. why wander on without a rudder if existence is just an excellent mirage? chasing resolve around a medicine wheel. coaxing my insides to speak. the only certainty that i've found so far is that the world doesn't owe me the truth i seek. i am candlelight between licked fingers. but thus far that has failed to consecrate my movements and remission memories, and all the love that i shamelessly take. i've bottled and buried all my blemishes. i've gleaned all the harvests for their fruit. and it seems to me that i haven't lost much, but i haven't fostered much to lose. if i could let go of all my longing, and accept that i cannot lift myself. i could see the world for all it offers. and take my eyes off the gift horse's mouth.
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