The Grinding Day Starts With The Heart's Spark

bright blue blinds

same black blood pouring

like Mithras initiating the Earth

first thing and without a sound

all your sweetest freaks emerge each

a knife nestled in the neck of paramount memory

whispering violence giddily through the dew

the sunrise like a purulent blister

Nuit has never been nearer

 

you lie and say it's going to be a good day

If you do it properly you might sleep

before two tonight 

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Seth

Tue 3rd Aug 2021 20:00

Thank you again Laura, that's very kind.

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Laura Taylor

Tue 3rd Aug 2021 16:29

Ooo I like this. Sonically lovely, deep, dark, some lush ambiguity. Yeh, nice one!

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