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Two crows fighting and my uncle dances wildly
Two fallen angels rolling, scrabbling atop layers of grey, refined dust, jumps, drifts, clouds around them
Cars pass, engines growling, drivers scowling, their eyes gaping at two crows dressed in pure blackness immersed in quarrel. Kicking, sliding binding
Talons make spark, ripping into feathery clothing, their eyes, burning, locked onto each other, holding fast. Scratching, lacerating, emancipating their abuses
A tumultuous embrace, unavoidable physical dialogue that bears no grudge and surpasses our judge-ment
There is sense to this
There is sense to this. In apparent chaos there will be resolution, a disentanglement of the world
My uncle dances wildly with a spirit way beyond that of which we can comprehend. An amassing of times of fasting that erupt gladly, a paper volcano who’s words slip by frantically
And with the paper bag claps
Amnesia breaks
Alterations to make
To bring back forsake
Amnesia breaks
Memories cascade
Mountain streams of images
Pounding
Stopping starting
Rocks resist, but bear witness, to an identity that persists
Witness, witness this
Overlay
Overlaying
Amnesia breaks
Alterations to undertake
A fortress makes and breaks, not itself, but everything else
Mirror me
Mirror you
Mirror fakes with such genuine appearance creates a frequency popular and misleading, but popular and horrifically comfortable
Amnesia breaks
Amnesia breaks
The last lament
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from
Amnesia Breaks,
released September 14, 2020
Elvis Beetham - Drums
Christopher John Gregory - Voice, bass & tenor saxophone
Jonathan Paul Hill - Guitar
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