Marrowofstructure - Marrow

I miss Colorado.

Utter words he should know

Scriptures that carve no lines in the snow

I've paid for his words, to hear him

Here he sits in silence

I will queeze what I can, from this fragile old man

A visionary, a sage,

Reader of books, empty on each page

Gone are the lines of which to read between

No shape nor name to bear on us certainty

Far too close but just away enough

To breathe a little deeper

To hope a little louder

Pissed on the bricks that shaped our shelter

I see the clay in them

And I have seen the clay in them

Breathing like an auger,

I spoke to the dreams

Brought back with them, an array of little oddlers

Seemingly, a voice and grain of sand to each

Seemingly, I ignored the breach

Spiteful insights tricklin' in

Set my blood alight

Seamlessly, neighbors made to parasites

Seamlessly, cold was made from warm nights

Grain by grain, the tide is pushed away

I will crawl deep down, outside the light of day

Pull myself away

The shore is lost as deserts are made

Each grain for I have paid

Huge photo dump #3

"The Herder"

I'm proud of this one, being the first big drawing of a style I've begun to adopt and look forward to growing. In this, you'll see several stories and fragments of the goings on within my little skull. There are themes of herders and teachers, exploration of consciousness, funerals, overzealous desire, etc. I am working on a colored version of this that I would like to sell prints of.

In this great expance, we must tear ourselves away from our own perspective.

So, when the pillars fell, no one rebuilt them.

And when the walls cracked, no one sealed them.

And when the children were born, no one taught them.

So, the ruins remained ruined.

And vines seeped through the cracks.

And the children never learned the truth.

So, we rest in dialogue

Where neither of us speak

My mouth moves

Your mouth moves

A sound is made

But neither of us is real

But words aren't real

There is just one of us here, split in two

And breath just falls away

Falls away

Why can't I hear you?

Why can't you understand?

What do you feel when I stare blankly at your voice that tease me with meaning?

What can I say apart from nothing at all?

And you would put me through this

And I would rest in silence, if it were my way

I'd return into your womb

Where all that speaks is your pulsing heartbeat

That pulses through me too

Where I'd be safe from speech

Where I would be your leach

I'd be stretching out your skin

I'd be a selfish little unborn shithead

And I would wear you thin

Finally, I'd be bathing naked in the light

So, once again, I'd fail to understand

And I'll crawl back in again

We'll do this forever

Forever