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Let the oceans roll through the sky.
We are only our feet upon the ground.
We’ll keep to the trees, keep listing eastward.
Stars somewhere still chirp across
great blank waves we’ll never
know or need… …

We have this map,
heavy pink clouds
rolling over it,
a world of places
for light to stick to.

But does our breathing correct the flight path?
Do we learn to locate ourselves
on the net spread above us?

It won’t happen.
Flickering oil shines the clouds.
A thunder of railroads
collapses into
the broken human voice.

But does our breathing correct the flight path?
Do we learn to locate ourselves
on the net spread above us?

This winter means not to let us through
to the farther hilltop. The sure pull of years
bows to us at the mouth of the cavern
we mean to leave behind. Turning in the wind
we gather ourselves, pull blankets on our shoulders
and go on & on & on & on…

Does our breathing correct the flight path?
Do we learn to locate ourselves
on the net spread above us?

Hunger and winter will vanish.
All breath will shimmer out.
The sun at the edge of the sky
won’t remember. It won’t remember.
The stretch of ground we’ll cross
will sigh, subside
into a world of places letting go,
letting go.

But does our breathing correct the flight path?
Do we learn to locate ourselves
on the net spread above us?

Moonlight hushes our thoughts of the door.
Our voices breathe us back.
Starlight breaks on the surface
of our map.

But we’ll carry ourselves forward
to bring us with, to scatter our bodies
across all the years we’ll ever know.

But does our breathing
correct the flight path?
Do we learn
to locate ourselves
on the net spread above us?

Does our breathing correct the flight path?
Do we learn to locate ourselves on the net spread above us??

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from On a Typical Friday Night I Am, released July 1, 2016
written, recorded, mixed by confetti armor
mastered by Tyler Hartman

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confetti armor is garrett miller and spencer hanvik. we make music and art. we'd love to talk to you.
confettiarmor@gmail.com

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