The line between the self
and the visible world
Bears no relation to reality.
"I" aims not to see.
...What do I see?
I'm seeing my own face
Let's say,, in a black box
This endless shape I take.
I lie so heavy On the time
I give away,
I redefine,
I do not walk away.
I spit , drips
on the dream.
I may have lived too long..
for my aim,
It's ...
The Black, on my lips..
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023