Returning to my track-by-track of Future Ghosts; Her Is All.
her mass
her spin
her point
her pull
her burn
her fuse
her spike
her light
her arc
her surge
her tide
her turn
is all
her blood
her salt
her cell
her bone
her wave
her word
her grain
her set
her swoon
her breath
her rain
her thorn
is all
her glass
her rust
her dust
her chrome
her tower
down
her smoke
her steel
her gloss
her click
her now
her tight
is all
her ghost
her drift
her fossil
wild
her faery
fade
her grievous
light
her meat
her fold
her dear
remains
is all
This text dates from March 2014, and largely explains itself. Several lines from the last section borrow from the art of Heather Baker / intextremis - http://inextremiss.deviantart.com/. I've been a fan of her work for a while and its often been a source of inspiration.
Currently reading: Berlin The Downfall 1945 - Antony Beevor
Currently listening: Peepshow - Siouxsie & The Banshees