​loose diadems

Hold up the lamp
I’ve seen such grace
Go forth toward it
Cast out a net

If motion is aether, then so is a song
I’m tougher to pin down if I hum along

Writhe

Bury me bare before I air my misgivings
After I died, the whole world kept on living
After I died, the whole world kept on living
The whole world kept on living, the whole word

A plaintive sigh, go taciturn
Arch your back until it doesn’t hurt
The forlorn form enunciates
Mandalas holding diadems aloft
Pulsing nerves, anxious blows
Arch my back until it doesn’t hurt
The forlorn form eradicates
Mandalas holding diadems aloft

I have grown taciturn, I am a forlorn form
I’vе arched my back so many times that now I always hurt

Writhe
Writhе
Writhe to keep the waves of guilt at bay
Writhe
Writhe
Writhe to keep the waves of guilt at bay
Writhe