[Thurston]

Seven

seven



I'm keeping my commision to faith's transmission

two speakers dream the same and skies turn red

satellite flashing down orchard and delancey

i can't get laid cause everyone is dead

hey! gold connections

analog soul waving in your hair

hey! hylozoic directions

she's talking blue streaks everywhere

your spirit is time-reversed to your body

stereographic mix-up field on field

it started growing up the day your body dies

only apparently, real to irreal

hey! stereo stations

perfect image, kneel down

hey! hypostatic information

come on let's hear you turn it around