canvas walls breathing with the storm drops trace rivers down the seams i am small beneath these pines wrapped in weather, wrapped in dream glitchy percussion emerges through the haze rain on the tent rain in my head everything distant everything said ??? flutes surface the fire died hours ago now there's only grey and green mist crawling through the meadow the cleanest air i've ever seen no signal here, no screen glow just the drummin' on the fly every synapse slowin' down to match the rhythm of the sky rain in the tent rain in my bones finally quiet finally home patterns fade, rain continues morning will find me still listening
