Ark, wrathful piece, night of the brute
awash, alien antarctica,
you will not pass me by
heaving your berg of shadows without one day
my entering your walls and dredging up
your armature of sunken winters.
You sombre fire spat south,
blown, exiled planet, your silent territories
shifting sargassos and shaking up
the solid ages of the sea.
Form throbbed alone, a hugeness sealed
by tremors in the world through which would glide
your hide of majesty, frightened itself
by its own potency and tenderness.
A collection of tracks from the singer and multi-disciplinary artist's 111 collaboration series, featuring KMRU, Laraaji, and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024