Rumbled in a crawl

Of broad dawnings

Tumbled to string sinew.

The wash is heavy,

The deep breath

To still weight,

And heel to head

You're sure

That something

Has begun

The toll lolling

Like a dreaming tongue

Will wait

Heavily

For and answer

Which now comes

Apace

On a warp

Of sibilant silk

Spun nightward,

Threaded through

With ingots of grind

And cords of gilt gossamer

That can cling

To the swaying limb,

The singing chin,

As the ash of night

Warms the dancing sole

With its char,

Particle-moved,

Like drum and air

The same that sent

Sparks up to pepper

The dark with the brightness

Of steel strings,

The same that set

All galloping hearts

To rumbled still,

And with it,

A wash of heavy colour

Under which

To dream.

- words by Kwasu Tembo

credits

released August 10, 2021

Dycide - Qusqu [IO:022]

Written and produced by David Nowotny (Dycide).

Mastered at Klangstellwerk

www.klangstellwerk.de

Artwork by Ohneweil