dall’album “Pearl + umbra”

There was light on their wings
As I slipped into the water
There was light on their wings

There was gold on their hands
As they pushed weight upon me
There was gold on their hands

Multiplying in number all around me
The seven in addition to the nine

I won’t wrestle I won’t fight
This is what the anchor taught me
I won’t wrestle in absence of light

Magnifying their thoughts that never leave me
The red is now reflected in the gold

I will hide among the ghosts
And the room of sixteen shimmers
I will listen when my secrets are told

There was love in their ways
And a face filled with indifference