The gateposts are gone,
Those dear ones, good –hearted and complex
Departed alone.
And beyond the streetlights
The outlands roll boundlessly on.
The old sky has fallen down
And luminous blind clouds hit the ground.
And I find myself
Feeling for trees in the fog.
The markers all gone
The known becomes unknown
And no place on earth feels like home.
Those tunnels of longing
Draw on in almost unheard song
From without me and within
Of people and creatures and things
And I find myself
Feeling for trees in the fog.
(Feeling my way) step by step
(Feeling my way) hand over hand
No way the masters,
Yet so much more than just cogs
Feeling for trees
Feeling for trees in the fog.
credits
from Non Presumo,
released December 21, 2017
Karunavaca Lake and Salmagundi
Congolese rhythms mix with drill, boom bap, and grime on this album of emancipatory jammers highlighting the lives of women. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2023