Split 7" with Moonraker and Hope Springs Eternal.
Members of DM3 are now in Wilderness, another absolutely amazing band.
(fire as a metaphor) late night collision, two machines cross paths unexpectedly. Oddly, their engines conitued to run individually, as if oblivious to the fact they had become one mangled unit, this wasn't supposed to happen.
to watch crippled hands create a fire, to sketch an arrow, to burn beside her. The blood of pattern, the sound of eggs drop, our lips of old, oh how these robust hips burn.
I'm seeing long strips of wheat, and dry winds, I'm seeing that you're no longer alive, and that I hold against you. I'm seeing anxious lines of automobile traffic as far as the eye can see. But I still can't see the light at the end of this tunnel.
She whistled the tune, her lips explode into a smile, CONNECTION, CONNECT
If only you could see the halo over the field tonight.. If only you could see how wonderful the twisting fog is, and how it is making me feel close to you. Motors hum, equipment switches on and off, valves open and close but the truth rings clear WE HAVE A DESTINATION. Friend. let us swim in the aforementioned lake and feast from fish from it's icy waters. Let us for a time, if only for a time, make it's steep bank our home upon which to dig a pit, in which to build a fire. (fire as a metaphor).... they passed by, waving arms im gestures... I continue on my way, remembering how she could smell like rain. She smelled like rain.
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