Defector from Blood Dancer by Crown Larks

Slow wave goodbye
Our space filled with buzzing flies
Machines grow humane
Hand over my name
("whoo")
But you request that I sail tonight

Like lovers in night air
Disappear as another will
Rise

Night
Flight

Dry when you come in from the rain
And all its smells of someone’s graceful wife [So you ride a crestless wave]
You lie awake and think of days [a canopy to something felt]
That once they came [And I was the one that knew you when]
Would make her melt, I [Your tongue had spilled all it’d]
Say

Don't
Search my scattered gaze
Rather, wander inner mazes and floods of birth
Out of

• Experimental
• drone
• minimal
• noise
• psych
• space
• Chicago