
[INTEMISSION IX] Infinitesimality – WOE.BEGONE
LYRICS:
I was fond of telling you
anything that you would tell me to
I can tell where anything is buried
notches in a forked branch
can’t you see
the dowsing is pointing me
collecting underground
filling in and filing out
right into the leaves
obfuscating holes in ground
looking up from the trap that you set
let me out, you cowards, I’m not finished it
knowing I could find you anywhere
I took a souvenir
and I got out of there
knowing I could find you anywhere
made it easy to forget
who I used to be when I said
what I meant
I thought that once I mourned it would be gone
but I was wrong
it stretches to the forest I came out of
weathered any storm in those trees
comfort from the infinitesimality
that clings to me
now without you
it all falls apart
not above dealing damage myself I
cut them down and piled them up to keep me dry