a swell of limb
pervasive snare splintering bow
fertility passed sometime in the night
burning cathadra ascent from a crimson sheet
looming
thick wheel of iron encompassing everything
dead wood dried ink
divesting feathers from the finches frame
where it lay
feeble shades of scarlet reverie
dead wood dried ink
waning paragon i will lay with you
til the mornings avowing light
teaches me the architecture of our pulsing hearts
til our garden is rife with snow
til i no longer recall the hollow shape of certainty
or the depth and direction of your hastened footprints
or the narrow path that leads out to the sea
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016