Unmoved everything is leaden
My thoughts are dry
Striving like a ship in a bladderwrack sea
My vanity is death to creativity
Give me lonesome insanity
And the truth in delirium dreams
Give me truth that hammers in torrents
At the warped deck
Give me truth that seeps and runs
To the lowest point
Truth that opens clouds
Rolls back seas
Revealing slime-rock weed-whipped me
Give me the humming in the womb
The beating in the drum
That settled in my ancestor’s ear
Distant sounds, drawing near
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 11:43 AM UTC
Unmoved everything is leaden
My thoughts are dry
Striving like a ship in a bladderwrack sea
My vanity is death to creativity
Give me lonesome insanity
And the truth in delirium dreams
Give me truth that hammers in torrents
At the warped deck
Give me truth that seeps and runs
To the lowest point
Truth that opens clouds
Rolls back seas
Revealing slime-rock weed-whipped me
Give me the humming in the womb
The beating in the drum
That settled in my ancestor’s ear
Distant sounds, drawing near
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