STACKING WOOD
writings & humanifestos
Plainsong
Huddled in the corner of the mind of our century is a blueprint of the things we always knew would bring us here
unto lightness unto cosmos unto singing unto pain
Reminded of a day that’s never even really happened we rebirth for what it’s worth we do come into fire again
Immaculate convictions bring distinction wealth and fame
controlling heart is just another way to play the same
Unnerved are we who only see the light through all the womb
perturbed are we who can’t imagine dark inside the tomb
Shed another layer of your emptiness too soon my dear
for then you find you overflow with sun before the moon
It’s clear
we can’t be dreaming that the time is ill at hand
and clear we can be caught and stripped of thought upon demand
So stand stand equal up it’s now or never fill your cup
with tears and years will fly before you thirst for want of more