original lyric with lyricist intoning own words
#quantummirrorings
#invocationfloorboards
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2019/07/29/prayer-found-under-floorboard
original lyric with lyricist intoning own words
#quantummirrorings
#invocationfloorboards
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2019/07/29/prayer-found-under-floorboard
a living form dug up and born of Urth.
this coming upon
as if not a soul saw it coming,
as storm formations, as summonings,
of all which confronts us
upwards, flush and smooth, towards all compass points
though rain it will, cascading vast curtains
no guilty folk, no purity. No last night, no finality,