New tracks tagged #newest age

Hands Drift Toward the Unfurling Valence of Mouths Salivating Purple

Polyforms

Chronochromatics

And What if I'm Not a Branching Sun

And Never Was There Such A Stutter So Heavy With Attraction

Our Lines Are Held In Place by Spirals of Dust and Sun

I Am Now a Hive of Wings

Tiny Precursors Of Rain — Their Tempo Carelessly Set

When I Happen To Meet Anyone I Want To Lie Down So That We Are Entwined Together

A Staccato Gazing Of Navels Between The Field-Licking Lovers Of Nettles

Crevasses Of Subcortical Filigree As Cresting Surf

Those Who Know What Is To Be Crushed With Delight

A Season Of Cheap Nectar For The Thick-Tongued And Muddy Mouths