Dread Not (the bandage remix code)
"I look after you,
you look after me."
If the sun could be moved
from horizon to fire pit
it would not give off the same heat
flowing from an ear's crest close to lips.
Lie down near where the river water
still ground chilled from the hills
flows and I will tell you
exactly how deep the hole goes
in the side of the hill
where space tears apart and green leaves divide
into Winter flume blanket chills
wind driven through the brick work.
Shut the fuck up. Gauge the sun
by the sliver of the moon and
trace the ecliptic to find stars, clouds, a few
satellites too. One.
"I look after you."
Take after me. About those licenses.
Get around
and that. One can double if a careful eye winks.
I had a vision the other day. I know it's easier
to hear with one ear out of the tide.
Listen regardless.
I found a shell for you. Do you like it?
May be a fossil or something close to it.
I'll guess too.
The game is not quite right
unless the fish are playing too.
The sun still casts the cloud cover
into steel. Still burns across mirrored shades.
Swallow, muscles perplexed inside your palm and
arteries doing their best.
Before we lit out, I cast a level nine hex and
watching your smile, I do believe.
