A Florist's Dilemma [Recent Tracks]

You are misspoken
of your own feelings
a tensor newly found
stress fractures glow immaculate

You hold yourself
above me
and trace an epigram
on my chest

I try to feel your words
but they are lost to me
through nail and callus

Your grip is tighter
and as my eyes decided to close
I'll roll your name on my tongue

Why, the better to eat with you [Lyrics in Desc]

Inherited dreams of reentry

The room was such a lovely pastel shade of bone

Horseless, the headsman rides away

In all of the discussion
you hear of the square-cube law
it is the constraints and
impossibility of growth beyond limits

But you never hear of
the limits of isometric decrease

I can barely lift
my arm to greet
your outstretched antennae

And as I feel your hinges
I remember lessons on the
strength of tubes over rods

I can feel process and exchange
failing to occur at scale
but there is a beautiful burst of
ultraviolet before dark

Even if only for a moment [Lyrics in Desc]

Much like tea, the flavor of a drone evolves with each steeping, and multiple cups of drone can be produces from one portion of leaves, each with their own unique character.  So here are four steepings of a drone

Weak tea holds the most truth [A drone in four steepings]

Hi, I'm rabbitsquirrel, and I make drone as a vehicle for song titles.

Always open for collaborations/remixes.

[If you like something, I recommend downloading it, because SC streaming kills a lot of low end and sub bass]