off kilter mile wide jaw harp | Loki Freign
it seems kind of empty at first, and it’s old, and I recognize it, but then the layers keep adding up so I keep getting dizzy; everyone is moving around and I want to understand something that is still, but I can’t help it and start moving, too, until we’re all just writhing, just writhing and writhing with no aim, and then the fire splits open and I realize there really was a point all along, and here it is: the thing moves up and I think “oh my gosh” and the air drips with the flaming flakes of embers of paper that’s alive and thinking also “oh my gosh” and everyone smiles and I laugh but then time curls up and something inside me is booming like a grave siren made of metal but I laugh and laugh
Dance damn you!







