(This is the first song of As Tall As Lions’ self-titled album.  I love it.  Day 84…)

My heavy hand is full of debris.  Sometimes I wish the city would sink in the sea…

I’m a settler of sorts
Words are a collection of weary travelers
Carrying ideas like everything they owned along tumultuous synapses

They arrive at new land
Eager to dig shovels and axed questions sharpened against each other
Ready to penetrate unblemished earth.

The work is tedious.
Everything the town needs to survive
Etched into the ground
With life there must be death.
I turn fresh paper into a ghost town.
Spirits to forever roam the buildings they once built.