Somewhere In Our Brains We Have A Music That Accompanies Presence

It’s amazing, like music from prison
somewhere in our brains we have a music that accompanies presence.

music is telling us something
we share a weakness
a light wound in the shoulders

to call myself dark man
I think it brings something on me
the city of wind
someone else said it,
the omen
infiltrate your heart

The homes came up from the shocks
like you had slid a mask over
smelted a lodestone
from the

there must be some place
a significant pond, an abyss

it’s kind of like hearsay

and later in a pit of gas
the names became words

take a message from my eyes
we moved over the water

looking into the forest for the oracle
the forest opens up
faceted diamonds

we have the potential to murder a hound

the dace are in the river
longer, as if our hands were oarsmen’s