in a swelling tide of bodies and endless summer smiles.
and with tact, she climbs above the ageless and the stars.
I find myself entranced upon the end of the city’s blank divide.
and in a lapse of mind, I swore she lifted air,
phased through the misted forest’s edge,
surrounded oxygen and fled into the dark, singing:
wait for me there,
wait for the answers.
wait for me there,
wait for the answers.
The proceeds of this extensive compilation of punk and rock go towards the healthcare costs of beloved musician Dan Wild-Beesley. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2017