The hawk's pleasure is in being an object
superimposed so as to allow
the lashes of observation. I expect
I have come to carry this flow
clothed in the gospel, wanting
between person and world an immersion
in ashes there is a garden I am planting
you address the underneath and so it turns
into an apparatus that speaks for the stars
I will walk the length of this river if
it illuminates a single fact. I return again
every image confirms we should be in tears
a term for the rage one is composed beneath
each mouth open to the wind
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visuals taken from footage found on youtube; words and music by Tony Tost.
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