I wrote a bunch of poems listening to Overseas III. I love your music! Wish YouTube let me line break properly -- monique avakian
As I move downriver / I have no idea where I am / or who I am / where I am going / or from where I have come // in cradle or casket / I only know that I am moving / with what feels like a river // hushed within this latticed reed basket, / my ears curl up into a deep sleep of lost frequencies //
I have to hear now through the eyes of my feet, through the quickening of each cell's jewel-toned maw, hear through the forgotten intelligence of sinew and bone, sharp fang and claw floating along with what feels like a river no worry or fear for the price of the ferryman my breath billows in time to the song of the Eversea my breath billows in time my breath billows my soul wills forth, becomes your bass my spirit your bow
I wrote a bunch of poems listening to Overseas III. I love your music! Wish YouTube let me line break properly -- monique avakian
As I move downriver / I have no idea where I am / or who I am / where I am going / or from where I have come // in cradle or casket / I only know that I am moving / with what feels like a river // hushed within this latticed reed basket, / my ears curl up into a deep sleep of lost frequencies //
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