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Modernist got their petty teeth kicked in at a scrapyard
Well of ideas dried up, drained of life
Flowers enveloping a concrete block, overgrowth makes its demands
Urban decay renders God into a scavenger, each on their own
Saintly recklessess allocates you some patience, talk to every dead soul, I hear 'em out

You too will be in the ground but it's just a verse you recite
Poetic chanting with no significance, get out, get out
Exit doorway in the back, screen door smashed in, shattered glass embraced by sunlight
Flare like quartz, no tainted texture, prophet of light
Dead souls meant peasants, body collector the greatest cynicist
Claim a body on your hero's journey of conquest and union
Many deaths under one living flag
Skull too thick for new breath
I'm airheaded ammunition, clear out the detritus of uncertainty

I've got it clocked in name only, never late, never misunderstand
What I most boast is what I most lack and what I most lack is what I most boast
I'm a parallel crossing the Earth, one of the many paths encircling
Axis shift, numerical ID, dead soul caimed by the plates
At the mercy of apocalypstic strife that never comes

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from Impermanence of Snow, Reverence of August, released December 25, 2020

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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
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Current:
7FORM

Hatemail and/or demos:
snow@ecarlate.company
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