know how they follow us.

on erasing footprints

go, bleed new trails across the ethernet

they’ll be waiting for you on the turn

chroniclers, sightseers

fly on historical wall

 

this blind spot is my fortress

 

song of songs.

 

Hold my sign close to my body like a wound

Eyes lips chest, I was dust in life and am

I lay down and slept, yet I awoke as living

Remove from me my skin that my heart may

Be heard beating

In the song of the ascents sung while sleeping be

Utterly, silent