Taiya Inlet from Gorging Fast by theslowpianos

Taiya Inlet gleamed on the air, through Skagway and into the furs.
Road into dirt, dirt cutting paths. Into trees, into moss, unto faces of rock. On our own.

Near to the top, we settled down, we opened the bags and chugged water down.
And that's when they came - we nearly turned - couldn't face, couldn't cope with the snow and sore. Ex machinas.

Breathing the sweat in our brow and feet. Even the prodigals and we.

Taiya Inlet, by Dyer Road, where walking can swallow you whole.
From A to B, the mountains that smuggle the coast from the lakes and the sea.

Barely a breeze did he seem to breathe, he was the prodigal one surely.

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• homemade
• indie rock
• rock
• spine
• United Kingdom