Endless Forms

I Am King Child, I Am Conquerer

But Happily So

The Infamous Left

It feels like going up north,
It remains, reminds and floats around,
A distinctive scent fleeting ahead,
As waves come smashing agains the bow,
A bark scisors its way to promised ground,
And so we stand, breathless, shivery and beggingly close,
Surely this is it now.

Feels Like Going Up North (The Whales)

For not to be rembered, for not to be revealed,
A final gasp away from sight,
We emerge in the deep.

For Not To Be Remembered

Abstract, ambient, IDM or somewhere in that region (but up north).

Northwards.