I've seen the leaves block the sky
burn into my eyes edges of light
backlit with a silvery dissolve
images to live on long gone
Long time I have spent -- far off and looking for you -- a view.
Branches spread, blackened from behind
a summer dips to autumn all the same
nodding to a spectacle array
that stays with me long after last light
All the time I have spent looking up at the sky.
Give me a reason why
I'm captive to driplines
The luminescence of what I have come to depend
The consistency of the waning light
through the canopy of an old coast live oak.
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020