Antiquated frames
Of night pool
Shining on steady shore
A mirror for seeing tumultuous sky
Tiles graven as sabulous coast
Ladders rolled into forlorn sheaves
Like bootlegged boose In dark doldrums
Wind between ground and lid
Arcane hovels pervade in dawn.
Accumulation of vulnerability, collective world of avalanches, this ancient land - ascendance, that so often takes on the countenance of
being in more than one place.
The patterns repeat themselves, adorned in anguish, with a feeling, compelled to vaunt - lustrous arrival in overwhelming lines.
'The Lost Columns' is a deluge of unbroken slashes in Arcadia between Arkhad and KAOSMOS. Arriving at the same place, in the presence of mutual accord.
released February 17, 2023
Designed by Anasisana
Mastered by Thomas Carney
Poem and Text by FH HF
Vinyl by Darkroom Records