so hard to know I’ll be gne
for a few days

so hard to know I’ll be gne
for a few days
whatever we make of whatever we make of whatever
hey look, I’m sorry
hey,
I should have told you
I was going to
bliss you out.
I should have not
wanted
any of this.
fang shweeeeeeee
wander around and around and around and I miss you I just do I just miss you I just do
even tide, wild and wide
do they?
then it can all be
what if “I” am invisible what if I can see right through I
also I decided to make ambient music
water and time
who knows where the next owl flies
any time really
and we were lost in the desert
yes
with west in the chest
and a blessed
crunch underneath each step
four six at a time
lost in it
this rhythm
maybe I’ll jus wander around forever
I alone am in the zone
oh that happened
a few days ago?
whatever it’s just time
on which line
is my trajectory
????
where ideas go to get forgot
or where we just put all pocket lint
or what we made from the shadows
in an aery realm
looking over all and saying
ha
in a wide wide field
in a tried true position
kneeled in air
I just think of this hall
old hall
ancient hall
filled with
jubilance
a place we used to go
together and together and
forever
whoa oh
copilot on here
planet
rocks and wind
between here and radio nowhere
from beginning to end
friend
draw these lines
maybe I can just like cheeeeeerlead
weirdly
turn the block and everyone can
heeeeearrrme
go ahead
whatever
we can run around and pretend we’re clever
you and me oh
number three oh
making me know
what I need to know
we can go ahead
whatever
we can run around and pretend we’d never
you and me oh
and number three oh
make deep lows
make neat
abstract, toy piano, weird, beats, polyrhythm, south, ritual, offbeat, odd, journey, exploration
oh that was oh that was oh that too was
I wonder if this will be the last revery of this year. it seems likely. Hasn’t been an easy year, hasn’t been easy to keep up, to get in a rhythm. This one I’m doing in the morning, very strange. But it has been amazing to make and share and I am not tired at all of creating these.
here we are my friend I’ll sing you an old song
some time magic is music yeah
or is it like, sometime magic?
or is it like…?
ok I’ll take you up on
a moment or two of thought
and we can get together in there
and whatnot
rock a bye
into oblivion
or into
permission to
live again
xwordsx
a coming storm, a fog bank, a wall of unknown, the leftover, a place of refuge
intense, heavy, big, beats, cello, midnight door, southeast, yearning, adventurous
for eternal turning
and burning