Anchored in,
root the hood,
carry out as one should
or wood as a sprout
from inside out
and than just rot
that which is not,
that which you found
so burning hot
and a knot
which it is not
As a tree free I stay,
a way all there is to say
Never learned to move to sway
or play this human game
but rather to live and find
the universe in all, ok?
As a trained animal I had to die
just to see I was blind
and it was me
I was leaving behind
and each sparkle
that shines from my eye
shows what is square
and what is round.
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021