Martinets

(album: Cotillions - 2019)

Accordingly, it's fare thee well
Gonna take god of leaves
Red river swells
The bugle roars you roam
One horn for Jerhico and one for me
Brave the tallies told
Brave further, child
Unbroken to unknown
Dwell, persuasion, stay
It's a long, lost pact you've made
No real fortune's safe
No enchantments
Vex spell cum distant draw
I'm wretched but the sea is law in parts
Pose, sold
For it's never ours unto
It's just me and you
We perish free to dive right back asleep
Asleep
To sleep

If myth and myrrh are restive plow
And an Orient moves pungent brow
Then poisoned strays a seraph's mouth
Wept to the plat I'd kept for kicks
As perished in fragile rout
Whence quislings broomed straight from their fix

For candor, for mesa, for shroud
I chafe by what stabs so loud
Majestic, more than proud
Dear fantastic swing rhythms of the mind
Pure sentience is the manna of our kind
Day for night
Day-night
For it's never ours unto
It's just me and you
Spun arabesque
An altar for an altar for an altar for a kiss