Bump by Lizzy Greif published on 2019-10-22T14:59:26Z I hung a cluster of bells that we danced around. A trap in name, but we didn't call it that -- dodging their sweet tone and their indication. The ability to see, fresh and renewed (patterns and lights and people too) comes and goes, well, but I wish that for you. What marks the channel? And what do they mean (the colors and stripes and flashing beams}? I built up a bump in the road to train an anticipation. I guess I'm still digging myself out from you. I don't think I could tell you a story about every state. But you're a storyteller; I sit at your knee and wait And in the burning up of the day, we let the burning day burn this thing away. The report of the moon says, “Too soon! Too soon!” as the fishermen cast for fishing again. You caught me on land, with the sea in my hair. I came here to rest, and you in your restlessness… You couldn't bear my pain, my near total collapse. You couldn't stand to look at me like that. And in an exhale, in a coming back, I gathered what was left from the wreck and said fuck that. I built up a bump in the road to train an anticipation. I guess I'm still digging myself out from you. Computer magic/mastery by Steve Johnson @ Genre Folk & Singer-Songwriter