is it really you or is it really me thinking of you again again in the day again in the night again in a song again in my fright again in the missing is it you or a missing piece of me?

only you and this sound and you know like the time taken the the mind makin’ the fine place of a you that is this song

passing by feeling shy

a fantasy a quest? a place to rest

a place of respite

nearly there nearly there so real

am always wanting to mark this apex in a way that is as though reverb of light echo of light trailing light can traverse through next I never manage the right reverence though I can’t fling things forward except to hope and hope is not light hope is probably made of light but it isn’t […]

a cycle upon a cycle an end a beginning a climax a relentless turn each song a life each life a death

a secret perhaps a dream of twins latent wild fire on the tip of everything’s tongue

it’s the only way to win!