Cursed or blessed with a wandering mind, the seraph, in the grove cutting sage or trimming thyme, precious time, only sometimes she can share. With the leaves that she cuts at her ease, the marks that we accrue. But in the book, pressing leaves that I took, we weren't made to think but to do. Clandestine girl, capricious lord. The lord brings storms, wills the chill and whims the warm, the changing of seasons. The wildest wind and the ice moves out, the water still freezing. The wind is a wandering mind. Our petty gaze, swathed around each sprawling phrase, we worry at meaning. The lines wind out, ear to ear and mouth to mouth, a season of gleaning. Cast out we return redefined. Now I'm a fraud and we got it all wrong when we chose between man, beast and god.
credits
from Almanac,
released August 10, 2017
Emily Bos - vocals
Rebekah Hawker - vocals
Sarah Williams - violin
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