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Upon returning, the sky is clear. There's a half moon hung low and far. It sits like a watermark or faded tattoo. It’s dim on the eyes. It feels like an omen walking by. Something familiar yet not understood. Something that's gone before conception. Like wind or forgotten dreams. I once dreamt of a place so far away all there was was sky and mountain top. The wind felt like silk and the river lay like scripture. A leather woman pulled signs outta tea leaves and sang a song called “Void.” Maybe every moment is a transmission from somewhere old and new. Perhaps it's all just a sunset. A meeting point of that from far and near, bound in a present light that blows through us like cedar smoke and ancestral voices. That ripple downstream smoothing stone. Muddy shul. It's all tributary. The slow echo of becoming. The transience of being. The present that is past. The feeling that the end has already come and gone with silence in their song.

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from Transmigration Blues (Deluxe Edition), released June 26, 2020

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