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Furrows 09:01
I’m carving furrows into my face Climbing through the air-space The moon is ploughing her way through another night Dreaming leaves are chanting Curtains that were never raised slide beneath glimmering lamps of dew Blazing pillars try to grasp the sun Wind is thundering through tremendous alleys Roaring over the planes of the Earth Carving furrows, climbing the air-space
Cascade 04:10
Giants 06:49
Standing on the shoulders of dying giants Almost done for, yet still clinging to violence Ossifying, turning to bone Petrifying, turning to stone In fear of dissidents, screaming at their saviours Churning out hollow phrases Ossifying, turning to bone Petrifying, turning to stone Stitch your cut open hollow veins Stop irrigating this amorphous entity With crimson floods of fear Standing on ruins, on crumbled debris Yet never done for, for we are the giants Oscillating a shining red light Recreating, mending the wheel of life
Lethargy 07:02
An immemorial crowd creeps Out of abyssal caverns Crippled sleepers with eunuch’s heads Stagger in the rays of dim lustres Monstrous skulls exhale numbing vapour from toothless jaws Their hollow eye caves focus glistening celestial spires Where children laugh and birds sing Conceive this gleaming light Blindfolded I sense its sway Led astray to this rotten earth Where hundreds lie in lethargy
Catharsis 06:08
Come down and breathe the shadow bubbles within my thoughts Come down and inhale deeply the mouldy odour of my spectral attitude The branches of salt, the white branches, They come from tears that are not mine From steps I did not take I did not leave behind And of which the sand skin remembers the flood-tide A dark passage unites all perfumes A woman pledged herself here one day She became so bright I could no longer see her With these eyes which have seen my own self burning Now I watch over myself and my thoughts Like a vigil in strange hallways. I breathe the shadow bubbles within my thoughts - Deeply inhaling the mouldy odour of my spectral attitude


released June 2, 2017


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