a wrinkle in time
a crack in the light
as fleeting as birdsong
strange words in the night
the sound of your laughter
the ocean is rising
all is not what it seems
don’t rock the cradle
don’t rock the boat
don’t drop the anchor
don’t sink the float
don’t sink the float
the stars have gone out
the sun has grown old
the moon is on fire
the earth has grown cold
a wrinkle in time
a crack in the light
as fleeting as birdsong
strange words in the night
the sound of your laughter
is flooding my dreams
the ocean is rising
all is not what it seems
“Logan’s”
2020
written late into the first lock-up of 2020, what began as a poetic flash during one of many long walks taken while feeling out the strange vibes the world was being subjected to in the first wave of covidiocy, the better to keep earthed as the madness descended and seperate the wheat from the chaff, so to speak, this turned into a hybrid dub, folk-rap, swamprock experiment….the later remix, to which I added drum kit, is also to be found at ArJaY, a musical alter-ego, on soundcloud
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