I learned to whistle I learned to walk I made it rustle I saw a fox I walked through thistle I slept on moss There was no water That I couldn’t cross I made a skiffle I drowned a rock I did not blunder I didn’t talk…

andean flute, delayed guitars

Verse One I’ve walked past the alter like a ghost With my hands in pocket afraid to reach Seen too many flames far too close Watched others burned, will none survive Verse Two I’ve lit candles just to watch them die The wax ran like blood…

I came alone No weapons drawn In my hands Or on the page I’m unarmed and blank I saved a song To dance along The room is burning down Holy shit get out I’ll stand on my head To remember what you said I’m a little scrambled…

(written for BC) Kazalmelan kozoskôgan ta kezeldami

(written for BC) I'm in the midst of the third move this year. This has been a journey. I'm pleasantly surprised at the horizon ahead.