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i begin (feat. octavia sheffner)

from everything special by janis lago

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The craft of a god is the weather, climate, and conditions of a mortal
Then nature is a culinary art for those-greater-than-we-understand
Prosodaically experiencing Torschluss because our language is not theirs
Flowing in ways the gods do not understand, flowing against the gods' wills
Intersecting ripples from each pantheon step interfere in circularities
In the process they pattern out new humankind-specific moralities
And the gods take it all for granted, they don't bother and are distinguished
Witnesses they are, but attention to detail they will never, ever have
Our only shibboleth as mortals is the stupidest most ambiguous thing about us
The fact that humanity can summon forms unique to itself and really truly think
At least in the way we believe is true thought, anything else we just wont' get
Anyway, that being said, we create definitions of nature, Epicurean girls
Schadenfreude for the deities we worship is not uncommon anyway
They have their own subjectivities, their own endings, their own beginnings
And that will never not be fine, for we are divided by this river
You see, Hoc flumen quod caelum vocamus omnes dividit, it always has
As a set of clouds I open up my subject, my verb, and my object
To analyses and my digits to binary counting, the difficulties of
Holding up and down the numbers, all the way up to one thousand twenty four
An entire day taken towards this purpose, I rest on Sundays
Just as the Abrahamic deity apparently wished, at least for the Christians
I vageuly emblazen sentences into computer screens baselessly until
The sounds feel effective and speak of their own accord, into my patterns
They go, softly, with no blood drawn in the process
I write false histories of imperial dynasties, you write shitty fanfiction
I am attempting to bring myself into divinity's reach, you wish for its touch
There is an intrinsic difference present, never to be overcome
Packing my bags, introduction and conclusion alike, I have fragments of hope
I hope one day to piece everything together and see myself in the mirror
All waits for all to pass, but I will not wait such a thing for myself
I am always some, some is always all, all is never the same for me
Reflect various parts of the things we draw out, constrain, and unlimit
Everything is, was, will be, et cetera, for existence is whatever
And I am eternally greatful for such a stunningly beautiful sense of mootness

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from everything special, released August 13, 2023

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Next Year's Snow

Svalbard Seed Vault field recordings label. Dabbling in large-scale interactive hydrophone installations and sixth wave post- Pigfuck on the side.

Art collective est. March 1st 2017

Founded by:
Octa Möbius Sheffner
Valyri Sheffner Harris
Spencer Booth

Previous:
&TIME
earlyprey
(etc.)

Current:
7FORM

Hatemail and/or demos:
snow@ecarlate.company ... more

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