LIVE GALLERY: Stygian Bough and 40 Watt Sun at the Dome, London
Your fraying majesty’s skytorn embrace.
Your fraying majesty’s skytorn embrace.
There’s just the street and the game, and what happened here today.
Well, whatever it was, I’ll live without it.
Gnashing teeth, white knuckles.
Welcome, wayward friend.
As the Earth began to fade I saw you levitate.
Raise good energy.
What if the diamond days are all gone?
My shoulder blades are tectonic plates, swimming away from my spine unbraced.