Permissions planted as arrows
Grown away as fears
Pushed right through the narrows
Pressing up the beast
Where no-one comes of safety
And colors are alike
The spring still sings out madly
Her songs of no surprise
So wise
Rejections planted as sorrows
Grown afar as tears
Shifted through the sandpit
Crawling way out East
Where no-one stays of wisdom
And sandstorms overcome
The body we called lover
The building we called home
Alone
Redemptions planted a reptile
Grown too close, too soon
The fever's always rising
At this side of the moon
Where nothing comes uneasy
Where everything is still
No comforts for the dreary
Or demons left to kill
At will
Confusions planted as arrows
Sadly in her side
The goddess of tomorrow
Must give her death a ride
Without it nothing's sacred
And nothing's worth to live
Enough of all your bullshit
Let me now receive
Let me now collect
Let me now receive
A.J. Kaufmann—wandering bard of Poznań, sonic druid of the cassette realm. Born under a vinyl moon during a lo-fi storm, raised by spectral mixtapes and surreal dreams. He’s conjured 200+ albums while debating invisible muses and sipping metaphor tea. Writes like a mystic, sings like a caffeinated oracle. May or may not be part mushroom. Proceed with headphones.
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Tuesday, August 19, 2008
"Arrows"
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