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everything is an indefinable warmth
so stop referring to the cold as a ceiling
and focus on the ground for once
(i am not an abyss, note: do not construe self as such)

give me a thousand breathing bedded wake-ups
generate a thousand and one nights of varied narration between us
we are liquid and we are both abstractions of what it means to be human
holy spirit-filled i walk softly and affectionately upon water

in regards to which one of us is god i say shut up
if you want god then listen to me we can discuss and articulate god
but i take no repetition without variation
oh and you dont either. i find that rather beautiful of you

teach me that a blush is more than a two hour mark
that warmth is not a temperature and is not forever or describable
remind me repeatedly that sensation is not imbibable
i know all of a sudden that love is not force or temperance

i just realized that rhyme is just words saying "i love you"
actually i rescind that; the entirety of syntax has always been words exchanging "i love you"s
am i going to explain that? not in the slightest it proves itself
keep shit circular and self-referential i like it better that way

i am not afraid of your eyes anymore
i am not afraid of them for the same reason i am not at all afraid of dandelions
that would be a healthy familiarity with botany
and a romance with a rather brilliant botanist

i will not worry about burial because the thing is
even if i can call myself dirt or you can we are both growing grounds at days end
we are endless fields and oh dont make me flushed with a grass metaphor
just leave it at endless fields

you want me to admit it? whatever, here's me admitting it
i am waxing poetic about thighs just as a concept
it is one thirty in the morning, probably past now
additional confirmation of my existence: "im here"

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from Daughter of Sappho / Recovery, released February 22, 2021

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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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