Darkwood Dancers from Need Disease by Kyle John Kenowski

I felt my friends, their presence spun in time; I led,
as songs from childhood rang.
The acre plumage nodded as the fire bloomed;
Approved as we both sang.
Said ah... I've been here before. I've been here before.
I've been here before. I've been here before.
So I will taste you grab my leg and tear my sleeve,
and I will hear you sweat and see the words you breathe,
and I will feel you turn to night and radiate that light.
That light.
The leaves are spinning, what little sunlight left is brimming.
Not worth restating, no gods these days to wait on bated breath,
so I'll will you out from under, in from over,
I won't weep once more.
I have always known, Truth takes time to grow but I will try.
I'll try.

• Experimental
• classical
• folk
• pop
• psychedelic
• Wisconsin