Face up to know sky signs passing slow. Scan around: outbreak of faces down. Hours fold, flow past, rub raw rotting oaks, sunrise, misread smoke. One wish to wait: nothing needs to be late. Household sinks to earth, drowned in gold. No closing: rusted latch, broken spring. Half right: lush lives touch light. Half wrong: turn back, scale the night. One wish to wait: nothing needs to be late.
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This is the album that has gotten me through the pandemic. It has provided peace when peace was nowhere else to be found. It has provided joy when joy was elusive. It has inspired gratitude when darkness and cynicism have crept in. Thank you Andrew. Polygondwanajams