And how the hand came down in such a brutal gesture. And shook those
beloved into blatant obscurities. And how all in time becomes long lost.
Nothing more of figment of past lifes. Whose howls became so distant.
As if non-existent. Whose faces rose up like smoke. Wafer thin cobwebs
aimlessly expanding and unraveling into nothing. Whose plight echoes
out into emptied corridors of the skull. Surviving them was to no end.
Friends kept like fixtures are a dying breed in the strobing light of infinity.
from Isolation Is A Gift
released June 25, 2010
Recorded in 2010 in Lyford TX
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