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ships out within 2 days
Surrounded and immobilized by tethers to the past,
The future feels as certain as the timbre of your voice.
The creases in the bedsheets felt like valleys between us,
and the forethought in your words felt like the contempt poking through my own.
We worked so hard to make that place our own,
but I still woke with a shudder and disdain towards tomorrow.
We felt so aimless in purpose, but so pointed in direction.
You’ve done so much, it’s only fair you ask I leave my vitriol at the door.
They won’t wait.
They won’t stop
to ask if you’ve caught up.
Will I know?
Will I feel
any difference in our hopes and fears?
They need to stop with the accusations, the demonstrations.
We’re all moths to a flame, but metaphors mean fuck-all in the way of keeping sane.
Enough of the hole-patching in this sinking ship.
If we dream of safety, then maybe we’ll wake up safe.
I’m not home.
That I know,
as I’m left standing on the precipice.
All the words,
All the thoughts,
Don't let them keep you up.
released September 23, 2016
Ben Pisano - Electric bass, acoustic guitar, electric/bowed guitars, percussion, piano, programming, vocals