Interlude from Overo by overo
Untitled poem written and read by Devereux Fortuna
Tracklist
| 5. | Interlude | 0:53 |
Lyrics
[...] the brain is really reaching. I see it, bloody [...] whitish. The layer of skull then skill like a geological map. The brain in itself like a person is thinking it’s made progress getting out but it’s sitting there motionless. It has no way of enacting its will. I want to reach my thumb and squinch into it.
[...] I feel a little disturbed but also glad. I still myself perfectly before myself, the sitting and skin peeled. My skull missing a chunk. Now I kick myself in the neck but my foot comes out past it like I don’t believe myself. [...]
Credits
from Overo,
released June 13, 2019
License
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