Flume
I am my mother's only one
It's enough
I wear my garment so it shows
Now you know
Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon
I am my mother on the wall, with us all
I move in water, shore to shore
Nothing's more
Only love is all maroon
Lapping lakes like leary loons
Leaving rope burns
Reddish ruse
Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon
Music has been way too much to my senses lately. I'm not sure how to express it but I need to just lock myself up in a room and confront my memories with songs that I just.can't.shake. Words sung that are like nails on a chalkboard to my heart. Can I stop listening to music? Can I stop feeling? Can I live life as a light wave and ignore the fact that my being makes a sound in the universe? I can't. So here goes nothing. And today...I start with you Bon Iver.
....Someday my pain, someday my pain
Will mark you
Harness your blame, harness your blame
And walk through....
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