Sunken letters forced upon the seams, engraved and left alone, kept still preserving the same scene forgetting none but those who stood like guns ejecting time. Save seats for the sleepers still in line.
Peeling back the corners of what was observed, but save small families they huddle like absurd pigeons; hands in clothing holding tightly to the gifts that were thought up for them.
On a morning like this it should be implied (unpleasant as it is), billows through mesh crawl from inside along with self-regard. From behind ash a calming view: money stacked like bodies rushing to buildings all around just like they weren’t there. The roads collapsing into chilling photographs. While drifting slowly your sense of community falters (never having had to be explained).
I know why they look up as they’re falling down
Buried in debris just like it always was (all the times the plans were over scrutinized) and hurting less than anybody thought it would (a peaceful mind is underrated).
One of Seattle's most interesting bands, Versing evolve their indie rock sound in more spaced out, laconic directions on this new release. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 24, 2023