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.
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