Logan’s

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

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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