The Current

Oxy-Yan – Northern Lights

I can swing to and forth, from a fifth or sixth or however many months not spent, but given up in the cradle of coils, kept in form, kept in shape like the hammocks of brighter eyes been, in trees, in between time, sleeping, our sleeping scene. The current, the routes beneath our feet so spoilt with water of the lake of thought, today, now, a current circling the island in the middle, always north, shining so bright that it rose above the attempt of eyes. Our eyes darting while the currents circle. The current tries to wash up on the security of a hidden destination, always north.

Oxy-Yan‘s from the Netherlands, from Amsterdam. This song is great.

George

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