carrying ballast listening
beneath goddess glistening
water
falls
what my soul stills
and carries, quickens my tongues
swells the air and
snakes against
tilted wind
falls
what my soul stills
and carries, quickens my tongues
swells the air and
snakes against
tilted wind
thinned
wheeling hills milled
dug in the deepening sins
of May's sweep
dug into
the black sugar of time
burning itself
in perpetual leap
jars gather
what hangs
in the eyes
wheeling hills milled
dug in the deepening sins
of May's sweep
dug into
the black sugar of time
burning itself
in perpetual leap
jars gather
what hangs
in the eyes
and smells
of fangs
when memory leaves
and clouds find
how bells
spun gravity around
and can hold sound
in all my safe whispers
woven to the rain...
of fangs
when memory leaves
and clouds find
how bells
spun gravity around
and can hold sound
in all my safe whispers
woven to the rain...
Everything about this post is so cool. Love the vid.
ReplyDelete"dug in the deepening sins
of May's sweep
dug into
the black sugar of time
burning itself
in perpetual leap"
"jars gather
what hangs
in the eyes"
"and can hold sound
in all my safe whispers
woven to the rain"
You just ooze art, my friend. I'm lucky to know you.