Deluded way in woodlands
Thousands of oaks - grow hushed
Dangling
Fog gobbles stubborn barricades
Empty caves rumble through gaps
Breathing flesh
Burnt banyan
Remember again, who's dreaming?
Who served the night with closed eyes?
Where the waters seethe, traced the echoes running along the ridge. Grown into mounds - speck of dust, above and beneath, bent in their tensile way.
'Perspective' resembles graying daze for the tense lows, that holds subdued gentleness. Belfast based musician - Verge has brought his exalted grandeur to aural fluency in the vein of gauzy, filmy rumbles.
released February 17, 2023
Designed by Anasisana
Mastered by Thomas Carney
Poem and Text by FH HF
Vinyl by Darkroom Records