When I go to sleep at night, I hear the voices of a thousand angels,
singing and praying, wordlessly mouthing songs and incantations of the heavenly connect.
and when I wake up, its to the sound of thunder, thunder masked in a fog, screaming the words Alda Vargas, Alda Vargas, Alda Vargas.
and the… world is shaking. And the sea is shaking. And the sea is saying, moaning…
spinning spinning, sacred spindle, fire burning, owels hooting,
head ach mingeling mildly with queer thoughts of kissing.
dice are rolling, loft is shaking, the sea is moaning.
the wind is cumming, the wind is cumming, the wind is cumming, the wind is blowing. The eyes are seeing.
boy I love, sure, we’re soul mates. Someday soon it’ll all be perfect forever… and ever and ever and ever.
and the sea is shaking, the winding is blowing and moaning and howling, and spinning and screaming, and the hands are sacred, the hands are holy.
released 21 April 2014
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