I spread my wings from the swamplands
To the top of the hill.
I’m the force of the trailing push
Behind gravity’s pull.
They built a temple to fete me
At the city’s cold core.
You’ll find my blood from the home’s hearth
To the tip of the oar.
But I—
I’m nothing at all
Sitting firm in your hand
Like the heart of a hole.
And I—
I will sit there and grow.
Yeah you know how I am,
And you know how it goes.


The still of the dark
The waves at the shore
The skip in your heart
The light on your wall


I’m the noumenon severed
Crying out at your door,
Frozen fingers grasping stiff
At the phenomenal cord.
I’m the pace of the stopped clock,
Rushing by you like tar.
I will wait out your dying sun
And the following dark.
But I—
I’m nothing at all
Riding high on your back
Like the weight of a hole.
And I—
I will sit there and grow.
Yeah you know how I am,
And you know how it goes.

The still of the dark
The waves at the shore
The skip in your heart
The light on your wall
The din of the dark
The light on your wall
The din of your heart
The light on your wall



I’m drinking deep of your black bile,
Catch your sediment to build my spine, oh,
I’ll swing from your ribs and kick,
All tapping out the seconds like a pebble down a well.
I cut my teeth suckin’ blood from stones,
Don’t start with your tree trunk rind.
Try to smother me and oh,
I’ll extrude through the fists every time.

How you wanna be prefigured?
How you wanna be mourned?
How you wanna be cut in the tablet?
How you wanna be gone?