I find myself trying to decipher the meaning behind our distance.
That & breaking apart, this miserable text from your paragraphs to obtain poem.
'cause where I'll sit & stare, I find that I'm always thinking to myself.
About that last summer evening, we sat on your sisters roof 32 hours after meeting.
Was it never meant? From the beginning a silent urging.
3 straight years, 1,095 days I spent questioning myself, asking "where is her headstone?" wondering what we could have named her after, a town? a flower? a colour?
A spitting image of your Mother, bet you had the eyes of your Father.
Oh and the Lust of Lovers, is why you didn't grow like the others.
Good morning Blossom, I'll name you that for now 'cause we never let you flower.
You're the wind from the West, the last ash of a cigarette.
The still-frames of your Mother reading.
The embers of the bon fire before it started storming.
The only cold day in February.
We could have named her Blossom, my only Daughter.
Never lived, but through a Scripture.
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Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
This album by Kenyan electronic producer rPH and poet Kins of Spade reflects on the impact of religion in their lives and society. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2023