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• Artiste: Ex Reverie
• Titre: Cedar
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well, if I had words at all, they are swollen swollen thick on my tongue, beating a drum can you hear this, the rhythm of someone rhythm of someone who swallowed the sun midmorning light breaks through grey and through cedar we stand dumb and mute, just white throats and bare need if I had words at all they are swollen: quivering wings, beneath my breastbone cantilever cavalier wine, brine, or birch beer cup your hands like the conch to your ear sunsets behind your hair well, it's the motor of the city that you hear and it's the dark, lonely delaware all bodies of water are lonely at night no sun to drag the ripples with crooked, hooked fingers of light my story is for thee and the glory of bodies made up of water, carbon, and light trowel sinks into the earth with resistance and a birch pledged birth in silver and white like the french hook slid into the earlobe your last look found a spot and went clean through found avenue, via some old wound i favored it, though it healed true sallow swallow, hallowed or hollow bird of longing, bound to the night bound to this night, bound to the soaring soaring, searing, sightless flight please pluck from my window this restless dream sweating epic heart tales that end in forgetting carry this desire someplace higher and burn, please burn, please burn... the clouds so many things can look like blood old red rose petals, or tracks of mud and so many things can feel like love like a fire in the belfry and the creek's all a'flood well, if I had words at all they've gone golden burning gold in the long hands that hold 'em long hands have thrown these drops gone all diamond right at my windshield but somehow I'm not scared for if this is to be my last drive home then a low-slung glow's not the worst way to go and if the sun is my home, then the road is a koan where the words never mattered... only the tone