We like it when you hear our approach when you hear us on your road You quicken, you liquidize your memory hears us before your self begins to boil to foam and rise

The roads and bridges that we see in dreams are not metaphors, they are infrastructure.

May your body be generic and featureless. May your wiring be thoroughly gutted and pulled. 

Secret histories of a realm

At night in the valley of Gabriel 

And so they began to walk separately, further and further apart.

In their holy shadows we climbed and staggered.