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both eyes open
Half-decent joke of a dramatist
Invicible to sunlight shattering a point of view
Eclipsed all objectivity, poisoned by the assumption of grandiosity
Bit all the thorns off a rose, couldnt fake romanticism
Just wanted it to be unconditional so there was something to die for
Just for a moment anyway, God couldn’t allow that
Not like a higher force could ever make it worth it
Pitiful, picking up broken glass, smashed a mirror with bare fists
Facelooked too nauseating, couldn’t breathe own air exhaust
Couldn’t ever feel it but just focused, pretended it was there
Left some memories behind, the past set back in crashing tides
Buried own meaning in favor of just pursuit, picked up misfortune, laughed half-heartedly
Boredom no longer suffocates, welcomed ‘em long ago but they tried holding the door
Standing there milquetoast, eyes pointed at a wall, face already headfirst in rotten wood
Held the door, imagined footsteps, but there was no sound
Couldn’t look back at the source of silence, camped out in corner, no other life
Lurking there, lured in a vulture or two that’d at least make deafening calls as it demanded they
lick its wounds
Could focus on the noise, only thing of apparent significance
Chronology collapsed, years spent aging in the same spot, accumulated a library in the same dust
Sprawl of meandering knowledge, vast but not as complete as a fool would long for
Let in the fumes of rot, neutralized the flavor, turned out they were diging their own claws in
Left behind so many chunks of memory the past’s blood became exquisite wine
Dripped in enormous qualities, licked it, dried on the tongue once they tried to swallow it
No flavor, just a faint hint of forgotten adrenaline, barely anything beyond the surface
It too passed

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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

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