my face is wet from the fog in the morning
i think i swallowed spiders in my sleep
reaching down from space
a blue sky filters through
can i get an amen?
underneath the slowly passing sun
larks and finches flicker
old growth sheltering and testing the strength of
uninitiated youth
some day i'll die
some day the sunlight won't thrill me
unplanned end of the walk i took
naked body, face in the air
looking up maybe for the last time
i hope i can return before i'm dead
gone off into the wild bright land
hoping for a predator to find me
to take my flesh as food
A work of cinematic reach and breadth, the latest from Nathan Moody employs strings & synths & heavy atmospheres to build worlds. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2021