Delzetta from NOSTOS by Otium

it’s in the agates scattered glowing in the drive,

that trails past the mutton and star

to where i’d dream in the jay trees i’d climb

then muse at milk thistles growin' long in the blinds,

amongst the rolling wind that caused the corn fields to sing with the...

Peek the mason jars lined against the wall

in the basement where Delzetta would sew

running through the old family bus

that’s curled with ivy and littered with rust

in the cement of the barn
that pens the pigs and their sows
we’d pet all the cat’s kids with our toes,

What is this dream?
What is this dream?
What is this dream i’ve had in which
i’m always sad when it’s over?

it’s in the lone tree that stands amongst the corn,

in the sheep's call and the cocks early horn,

is the emptiness: a memory, a child.

In the wrinkles of the shallows
In the bulbous and the wild.

Lid your cobalt eyes and breathe the air
of your child that sees strength in your motherly mind.

What is this dream?
What is this dream?

What is this dream i’ve had in which
i’m always sad when it’s over.

• Electronic
• Folk
• allusionary
• indie
• sample-based
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