bardo from dreams & divinations by awe and all

rain on the lenses
of our eyes drew ghosts
we held and let go, & beneath the tracks
the river rolled on -

thunder & wine, how the lightning in my
eyes caught & kept & knew but i
didn't know you anymore & you
didn't recognize my scent

but when the rain came the sound
washed into my mouth & out
& all the words that
wouldn't go down - in the end it was so simple, you
took my bags inside, & i had to follow

how hard i used to try to turn away from you
your memories, our eyes
closing on the lit horizon
fingers wound & interwoven,
but all that you or anyone could do
& all the flesh in the world & all the lips & hips
& come-hither tongues can't encompass
my less-than-perfect-need perfectly -
& don't have to.

(the world is not a ruler or a key) & i knew this from the very first
walking home, half drunk on hips & words that our lips
never spoke - i knew but i guess that i
just wanted to close my eyes for awhile.

• Experimental
• post-metal
• post-punk
• psycho-rock
• punk-coustic folk-classical
• Rochester