Too far
The claws are deep in the flesh
Too deep
The roots are in the marrow
Weary
Death offers a release
Come through
As the sun ascends, the poison becomes healing
Is it visible to the communion?
The staggering, broken bones
A fervent mouth is reaching for hope
Shooting a silk rope at the brimstone sky
Shedding skin
A reptile gaze
Staring at a box with no oxygen
Open up and let it die while it still breathes
While the moon crawls a sprout is born
1 | This Providence of Bones |
2 | Pale Explosions |
3 | In Awe Before the Rapture |
4 | The Black Antlers |
5 | The Water That We All Come to Need |
6 | Still Life Slumbers Here |