Sunken voices call from the depths. To remind that, they were unafraid. They say, go awash in that sea. Into the current of your own heart’s desire. Relish in those waves. We stand only to gain connection.
Floating inwards unafraid. Healing is wrought. Metamorphosis entails dissolution and liquefaction.
Just as you will become liquid, like a knowing. Exactly what are the pieces. Into which you must fall apart.
Unafraid, we bear the axe of our harshest critiques. We excavate the wild one. We account for our sins. We repair what is damaged. In many tiny ways. Just as tiny as the many cuts that burn as anything is cleaned.
Tiny cuts among deep grooves. We find each small memory. And each new one. It will be very many tiny things. And infinite microscopic synapses. Inside and around. For listening ears only to hear, away from what is shouted. A pattern in the music. And then it will be time.
Then loose the stability of Their premises. Of what should be loveable. And into terra incognita, to feel in kilojoules. As the smallest glint. Or the feeling in a fullest body of worth. We will find our own land.
credits
from GET FREE,
released November 13, 2020
Written, Composed, Produced by TYGAPAW
Mandy Harris Williams: Lyrics/Vocals
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