Radio from Campa Cavallo by De-Esser

I tune the radio
between the stations
and listen to the cracking hum
of all the space between
the fragile, finite things
with tangibility
the distance always growing
exponentially
the void is widening
the infinite somehow expands
and all our burning
and all our yearning
doesn't mean that there's an answer or a plan

but I can't hear it
silence eludes me
I just hear ringing in my ears
and in the dark I
see little beams of like
as if true absence
is too much for me to bear

so I sit quiet
look for a message
a signal painted
up in the stars
a little guidance
along my short path
around the sun and back
yet hardly move at all

but I can't read it
the words elude me
I just seen frozen beams of light
little reminders
that we are travelers
with no destination in sight

• Folk
• blues
• indie folk
• lo-fi
• singer-songwriter
• tape
• Seattle