[Julie Doiron]
What would be the use in becoming
A symbol of walking desolation?
Awash in multiple griefs
Elaborating on anguish
[Phil Elverum and Julie Doiron]
What glows beneath? (beneath all the pain and anguish)
Love that doesn’t die (magma embroidering)
“Love”, a small word
Unable to hold
While we stretch at its meaning
Now this:
What’s this new version of love that intrudes
Into the peace I thought I had?
This love has no recipient
But still lies there smoldering
Indifferent stars in the night sky
Watch me while I churn
Still holding this love for you
Without a thing to do
But try to live
In this uninvited liberation
Without a home in your life or heart
Without a shelter at all
Exposed and burning still
This unattended fire
For no one emanates a wasted warmth on the wind
Pushing against the edges
Of what it means to give
Lost wisdom in sparks that rise and die
[Phil Elverum]
Even if I never get to see you again
I’ll know that when we collided
We both broke each other open
[Phil Elverum and Julie Doiron]
Rose petals were blustering
And I’m determined still to hold this open door
Even now as it devastates
I wake up gasping in the void again
[Julie Doiron]
Speak sky
Blow breaths
Exhale to dissipate
The always gathering clouds
Of yearning memory
Of all that we foresaw
Laid out before us
Unlived
[Phil Elverum]
Dropped from a height
Back into the open ocean, it’s all horizon
This sky mirroring emptiness
Is where I first found you