fulfilled i will find my way out of the night
that chasm, dark kingdom, a waste of my time
once over yon ledge, the weather is fine
but that gravity makes for a difficult climb
and i recall your gift of the infinite kind --
encouraging words wearing wings well designed
a bond that won't bend 'till the stars cease their shine
unfaltering faith,
even though, and despite
but i'm just blood and bones
and attempts at atonement
and there's nothing i know
but that nothing is permanent
and our love is strong,
an oak old and towering
or a bird on the wing casting cries towards the heavens
a beautiful things, what luck
this deliverance
now i will become what in needed of me
a beacon to mirror the glistening sea
and i will lose myself so completely
that no compass no map could find me
whether fated thus, or a fool's leap
neither story seems too troubling
and with all things magical indeed,
the world nearly brings me to my knees
UK singer-songwriter Alex Pester perfects his homespun baroque pop on an vast, largely home-recorded LP that finds elegance in simplicity. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 3, 2021
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