The final track from my album Future Ghosts.

 

 

all matter is bones

of dead demons

 

every time has

already happened

 

all deed she do

is echo; aftershock

 

we are just

passing through

 

-

 

no breath of god

but us

 

we kiss against sidereal

couple in space of reason

 

which asterism

shape we?

 

what starllit stitch

through black grass?

 

-

 

i don't miss her

i miss myself

 

the once i was

she made me

 

slippery heat

of memory

 

electric din

of what we were

 

we feathered ghosts

how we moved

 

what binary spin

gave we

 

-

 

set to side

turned to drift

in search of

her constellation

 

sheared night

torn breath

taut hands

blush skin

 

no further words

are wanted

 

This dates from early 2015 (except for the last two sections, which were written April 2014). Though I don't consider it a particularly difficult text to decipher, the reader is invited to note that the 'she' herein is not necessarily a universal she and to also note the varying use of 'she'/'her' and 'you' throughout the Future Ghosts text; in each case this is deliberate, referring to two separate people.

 

Currently reading: The End Of Iraq: How American Incompetence Created A War Without End - Peter W Galbraith

Currently listening: The Head On The Door - The Cure

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