Sunday, June 10, 2012

the spirit hand writes in the language of sleep
a kind of breath that two may speak in
alluding, asynchronous, discarnate
no clearer than you remember dreaming it

it writes us as a sign that sees,
as an instant of the night made sun,
more whole than any moon,
and yet
sadder still, even in an ecstacy of blind signifying light

two songs

Bend Or Break

Before The Fall

despite some muffed chords, mushy patches in the rhythm, video flaws, and a weird light effect on my right hand, here are a couple of songs that i wrote