ON THE CUSP OF STEALING AWAY, FINDS YOU ENSLAVED AND GOING TO SEED
SHADOWING YOU, A KLAN OF HAINTS
DRIFTING IN BETWEEN THE HEARTBEATS, A STATE OF DISSOCIATION
SEQUESTERED AT THE CORNER OF CODE AND NOIR, THE HUSH HARBOR OFFERS A SANCTUARY OF REVIVAL
STAGGER INTO THE RING-SHOUT TO THE HAMBONING OF YOUR INEFFABLE SOUNDTRACK
GUTTED AND STRIPPED DOWN TO A PRAYER, RIFF TO YOUR PRIMAL SIGNATURE
SWAY TO THE HARMONIC MOTION OF CALL AND RESPONSE TIL YOU FIND YOURSELF IN THE EYE OF THE WIND
CONVALESCE IN THE AFTERGLOW OF THE GRIOT’S SACRED ROOTWORK
IN THE SPIRIT OF A SECOND-LINE FUNERAL, BEAR WITNESS TO THE ENTROPY OF ONE’S LIFE
TRANSPIRE INTO THE IMMANENCE OF THE ETERNAL WITH A HYMN OF EMANCIPATION ON YOUR LIPS
AS-IS IS I AS I AM
THE FOG OF MEANING 