Idumea

the words to my favorite Sacred Harp song:

And am I born to die?
To lay this body down!
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown
A land of deepest shade
Unpierced by human thought
The dreary regions of the dead
Where all things are forgot
Soon as from earth I go
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be!
Waked by the trumpet of sound
I from my grave shall rise
And see the Judge with glory crowned
And see the flaming skies

lonely notes

to bristle with the multiple possibilities of morning
empty that mourning cavern from its hole
and treasure the veins in any surface crease
covered in creases I wake with a sigh

sung at starbucks

I'm at the backdoor at the backdoor at the backdoor
I'm going nowhere going nowhere going nowhere
I can't hold on too can't hold on too can't hold on too
I'm really teething really teething feel me breathing

bell rang sink drain dumb brain sweet kane

forceps and sight have left me dry
hold me high high or nigh
knit me tighter than I cry