As the sun sets
The galaxy rises like a map of eternity
I wash my eyes with the white of clouds
So I can read God's fingerprints
Like dust
On her ceiling
Under the reflection of the moon
The rain is like a spiral staircase falling onto the earth
That needs to escape
As the heart of humanness hums in the canopy of city
Still perfecting its call to inspiration
Trees grow seeds for spring
Oceans fly south for the winter
So I walk through cemeteries of hope
And see my conscience in the marble of mortality
I know the wind has a crush on me
And it won’t stop until I’m caught by her currents
Turned into the shadows of thunder
Used to resonate shards of hearts
Shot
Into the atmosphere
We are all spores
Blown by our ancestors
Who were as unsure of us as we are of them
So let the tricks of history besiege me
As I place rubies in my palms and set off into rough
Searching for answers I know may never come
Looking to capture a horizon straighter than any truth
I could possibly believe
A horizon that falls further away from me
As I take each step
Into the future
I discovered Raising Appalachia a few months ago and I like their sound, so I thought supporting them during this rough times.
Thank you for the music! kbleuer
This album by Kenyan electronic producer rPH and poet Kins of Spade reflects on the impact of religion in their lives and society. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2023