Toby Driver Smoke Scented Mycelium Lyrics

The stars' song all slow rotation
Passes through
My blue subduction zone
In a voice strangled by layers
Of eternity
Crying "I exist"

The stars' song all stasis
Is an extant
Marble rolling around
The absolute horizon of the twilight
Upstairs
The hallway I cannot forget

The stars' song all the visible
They sing through the night-hag who
Is a place
Seared into my every move
My back and yours, the plate on the wall
By the taunting text, the dining room
And that god-damned hall

Fusion cruciform
Outstretched
As the fire pools
The wighted egg showed its golden cone
Spilled faith by
The front door
The song to perdure

And after you became an epitaph
In shrinking animate fractions, faded
Roused your red flannel smoke suffused
Mycelium
Belief butchered at the eye
Of the star wheel
Belief butchered at the eye
Of the star wheel
I am here for you now

I have returned from the black
I grasped the ash on the wing
You can't go until I get them back
Fail to the lash, my fractions
Daddy