go into the dustmelt into
ever decomposing memories
dis-integrate
the bruised heart remains weak
until forget fullness allows it to mend
clinging to the stinging
does not a one good
though the haunting keeps love close
a tether to the past
a bowline to the mast
like a dream of mudded feet
struggling to move forward
reaching a hand
to some dark exciting place
we can never quite grasp
Goblynnnnnnn! so many new summer notes! Have a listen buy some tracks...it's worth it.
Thank you all for being so patient during this seasonal hiatus...though re-emergence will be slow to manifest, you will, no doubt be seeing more of us.
