Flint black scattered fires Shadowed half, turning gyre Of centuries solid as the wind To stare from one Great height to another And swallow the space The space in between Lifting like thunder, the swallowing space Centuries of crooked growth Shoulder the weight of stars in your limbs Shoulder the weight and lift like thunder Into night, shining...Learn More

Wake with light sewn into my chest Each night flays me open To unfix the stars from the sky And cut tongues from tongues Tongues from tongues I cut myself from these cords of light To fall upon the animal floor A season of sun A season of madness In the absence of the word I rejoice in noise In the absence of the word I rejoice...Learn More