ReRites (a Song Determined by Silence) [June 2017]

Wild eyes, fraying home fed glistening darkness. Gland hopeless, down in the forced moan devotion. And so I go sing where I am selling spring hoping to be more swing shattered a bustle carborous, flooding in the fly dead dream expanding sweat of the heart. “Beauty burning is a cliche we recognize ticking like an interrogation.” that one, softly reposed, hoarded, considered, abiding the mess, the keroid an early impossible calm and distinctless tyranny come to sip a deluge. physics woven listening to my skull slice stone. In my post-becoming I found the road, -- I was no fluid taking a footprint to fade or a gap that fills the fence with forest-working I was a song determined by silence. [CHORUS] I was a song determined by silence. I go sing where I am selling spring Gland hopeless, down in the forced moan devotion. a clicheticking like an interrogation [OUTRO] [END]