Every day I wake into a coma
and swim into a city under water,
where buildings are climbing like glaciers-
forgetting all the tethers that adorn me-
waiting for a letter never written-
I'm breathing in the water all around me.
I run my hands through memories of black hair,
her voice arrives awakening in light years.
Her voice arrives,
in light years.
released June 4, 2013
additional flute, horns and reed instruments provided by Frank Maston