Eyes to the sky
The sound fills our ears
This moment resonates
A taste of our ill-fated destination
The night goes black
For fear of the light we see
Headed our way, never to arrive
Smoke without mirrors
Stubborn silence in the dark
And in the wake of it's gradual lift,
All but clarity to behold
So it goes
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2020 • Fluid Existential Inversions
2015 • The Direction of Last Things
2015 • The Direction of Last Things
2015 • The Direction of Last Things