My blistered feet
turn bloody
so I take to the air,
and I am everywhere, I am starlight
I am moonlight
over burning fields and bodies.
I stay close to the ground,
slipping miles from the arches and arc-lights,
into the warm night…
My winged children, all
will fly over the mountain wall
to the lid of the sky,
and slice its belly full wide
with their warm knives
-not the pin-pricks of starlight-
but to bathe in the bright blood
of the world above
absolutely love this record. shearwater having been a favorite of mine as I love stellar production and this seems like a natural extension of that sub-sub genre. Dr. J.M. McNulty