I’m in a vat of it, I’m not descriptive but it looked like the bats hit it and it hid from the sun for seventy or eighty-five seconds, so it’s not red
All I can tell is what it’s not, trying to make comparisons, it said I have the fairest skin so I fled.
I saw in, it’s called insight, but who knew I wasn’t the only one
With the capacity to have capacity in infinite iterations
I’m moving from the bats’ city to a straight, a level, a flat, it’s the place to be when there’s no other constant, when nobody else wants it
Now now, look at now now, down down, look at
The willow trees, they grow, they know
Am I here yet? I often check back, but I lost what it felt like to be uncertain
To me, it’s not a predicament until I had it again and again and again and once more, looks like I won’t, looks like...
Head down for positions that my past obstructs, eyes locked on the graves I can reconstruct
A collection of tracks from the singer and multi-disciplinary artist's 111 collaboration series, featuring KMRU, Laraaji, and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024