waves displace me
propagate through
afraid to fall
got caught standing still


makara-...!

northbound derelicts (interstate five)

are your hands not weary?
you tear stone into thirsty carvings
polished your mirrors, so bright
but still couldn't see you through
set your precious words aside
they cannot describe
they cannot describe

the artificer

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How many lives did I spend
Waiting in the shadow of the sun?

And in how many did I spin,
Taken in by my own turning,

In silent vigil, this vestigial
Product of my own design--
A state of motion unencroachable?

You illuminate and stop me...

In a moment, every old illusion
Folded, withered, and dissolved.

Drawn to dance around your flame,
I burned away, I burned away!

And it's far from logical,
Six hundred thousand* metres apart,

But these are all the things
I would tell you (if I could):
How the marching of my heartbeat
Abides your every pull.
And how I anchored fast, but no line I cast
Could hope to stop the tide.

Just the fevered speech of a moonstruck mind.

(I burned away.)

the ecstasy of lithos (vocal mix)

residue.mp3

siær is a creative exercise and minimal techno / downtempo sideproject. it is pronounced like it is spelled (really, i have no idea; the diphthong just looks nice).

rules of siær:
• one session per song.
• no equivocating. flow. commit.
• try something new, every time.
• write music to drive to.