with bars and with salt
but no cages or fault
what the sky lacks in size
it makes up in disguise
imposing long lines
and the limits of time
part tall, part crossed, heart wide,
all found after low tide
as the clouded mind is lost in the weeds
the coverage recedes
and the true shore’s revealed
industry! industry!
talk about pull!
talk about all of the landmines to fill!
into adventure
a moral code is slipped
its forehead kissed
and sent away for life
and every day forever
remembered just like this:
lost,
but tethered to a trail
above a river, a marvel
in love, soft focus,
a cunning guide
for paths of light
hugged by a far off pull
below in patterns, an ambling
of frost, seven ducks
in narrowed eyes
consider night
led by a close caring
currently the new year rolls in
but had you gotten up high enough
weeks ago
you would have looked east, and
felt it, if not seen it
this cyclic existence is something to
break from,
but facing the wave
so many hear, “stay”
Happy New Year from Sunshine and Wind! This is the 2nd featured track, “I Can See the Tree From the Window” off the new La Sudar mixtape, “Extreme Christmas” – download on bandcamp or datpiff today! It may be 2021 but this tape is forcing us to fuck with Christmas a little longer than planned.
stay cool
stay moving
return to the breath
twice a day, at random, say “non attachment”
realize you’re seeing things as you are
but there are ways around that
should you
need
when i found you
your eyes were spotlights burned
against the background of the night
your level face a row of strings
and banners, flags of light
captured as a camera might
you stayed that way until morning
they bump and crawl like
so many these days
inch and inch and
occupy and wait
furrowed brows in the crowd
create desire paths
when followed
through gifted wakes
the air will lift the last of the atmosphere up
track it with your eyes
into the slate gray wild
and mark the underside
everything that remains
will be on sale.
the counterweight is a memory
that pushes down on the arc
the world buckles
and is spied on both sides
cameras pan over crowds
transmitting in desperation
the cheers and music
the frenzy of change
is a peacekeeper
for most
what better way to teach us manners
than blinders?
Sunshine and Wind 