i have a lot to learn, but here it is. no. 1 of hopefully more live performances
Unexpecting spotlights get foggy in the shallow water. A finch in slow motion passes, snatched by my mother, shredding the air, leaving a pocket of a vacuum.
These golden feathers never leave my hand, fed fennel and precious metals.
Wake one being stood over, them with the torches and no song would come from my throat for my mother. I reach out for my feathers and gasoline ripples in puddles, the fumes interrupting my vision.
I wake with truth in a foxhole wondering why I left myself alone in the first place.
I had been caught out of sight with glass in my hand. On a dell, a domain not my own I carried glass in my hand and flint in the other. The sunlight was damp except for the stone showing its potential. A fire hazard I would walk with. I find myself wondering on wye in an open-air abbey. I have been told before and I will be told again the importance of sacredness and importance of instilling silence when it is only I wandering, when it is only I, he who exists only in silence.
released July 8, 2017
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