Lyrics

He wants to. He needs to be taken down to the bottom.
Skin-surface prickling- tickling, reflection sickening gut-
Instinctual, bilingual in head and heart.
Frantic friends pedantically summarise means-to-ends
He defends reasons for ditching and running-
Set sail for sunnier seasons
Grey-violet doors, mesh covered – the chapter before
Been discovered.

WHEN THE SURFACE OF DAY MELTS AWAY
WHEN THE FALLEN STARS ARE JUST LIGHT IN A JAR
HE MUST RUN- HE MUST RUN- AWAY. AWAY.

Life unequivocally harder, while he’s translucent, adrift, no rudder.
Can’t find the difference from the woods or the trees
Distracted by the rain, down on his knees.
The movement the branches green, wetting cleansed- clean.
Dancing to songs in a dream in his head.
Whisper from self-to-self—he’s not dead.
On summer stream edges, picnics and plucking guitars
Allegedly creatively charged- the air. Then and There.