Searching for a cause or a way to trace the time
It’s in a wrinkle by the eye
or the depth beneath the lens
It’s in the space carved out by the onslaught
of things gone past
Eras descend into lines and fissures-Gone Forever
Mistakes, words stuck on the tongue, things left undone
for which there is No Atonement
The bulwark is held by a thousand fleeting lines
The flicker on the skin, the hollowed inside
presents a mirror to that space, brought forth into flesh
My body holds every instant I’ve ever drawn breath
Contained therein, the ebb and flow
Years and years with so little ground to show
Thus anchoring lines move upward and out
born from water below, fitted in and taken root
Nourished by movement, yet manifesting stillness
Though sometimes I wish to just remain still
and piece back together what I’ve moved on from
(and what’s moved on from me)
But there is no stillness with the earth circling underfoot
Such things live only in body dream memory
And this is...
Bittersweet
Nourished by movement, manifesting stillness
Just remain still.
Frozen with a memory.
But there is no stillness with the earth circling underfoot
such things die
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023