shadow grounds: the raw sun

31.10.17

the raw sun

musically i am in a void filled with the great warm Nothing.
warm like a pile of dried leaves which we crush,
or perhaps the fluff from an out-turned childhood pillow.

i wake up in the middle of the night just after my soul is sucked through my skin -
i open a window and a crackling fire of ice enters my lungs.

exhaling smoke.

🌕

with tenderness i go finding and seeking

finding less than sought

seeking more than found;

days filled with fiery sunshine

strange hurt i knew

that made

me seek the burning sunlight

rather than the shade

in months of snowy winter

when cozy houses hold, i'd break down doors

to wander naked in the cold

(paraphrased, langston hughes)

egon schiele, house with bell tower, 1912

🌕

i

acknowledge my temporality
rest my head
look into animal eyes
touch my skin
remember the soul

speak a word

revert to purposeful

purposeless
-ness

🌕

UZEDA - "right seeds"
4, 1995

italian noise rock

incredible female vocals