So much silence
stretching above me,
around me too.
Has it deafened me?
Has it closed my ears?
Though my grimace
will cut my grin,
I'll rise triumphant,
I'll rise triumphing.
You won't catch me,
I fly unseen.
I'll rise triumphant,
I'll rise triumphing.
You won't catch me,
I fly unseen.
- From Current 93, A Silence Song (1992)
1 comment:
Great decision to pair these images with the song and the words, drifting
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