Woollen screen before my eyes
I let my lust lead me blind across depleted countryside up to a murder of blackened pines
Choking ‘round an orange lake, the odyssey no longer spoken
Shallow roots, erotic sonder, normalcies hath lost beyonder
You got hands, stretch ‘em out
Get the ground, fix it now
You got hands, let’s take the crown
Get the groaning ground and grip it down
Cut across the grain into a cloudburst day
Silty sweeter salty water drowns a basking bridge above the gutted slaughter
The coils of spaghetti are eternally poised in porcelain
Our final work of alchemy is our last word in comfort
Gorse was written by László Reynolds.
Gorse was produced by László Reynolds.
László Reynolds released Gorse on Fri Jul 23 2021.