Incantation (Current)

Bags of dirt
Motherfucking bags of motherfucking dirt

Austin, Texas is a sound
And Tejas and Tejas and Tejas

Remember all the birds, Virginia
A bow on the days, a string in the night
A rubberband for your fingers and something more for those ankles

There are stars and we feel them because there are stars

There are open sores and we feel them

There are bent back pages
There are motes in corners
There are trunks and trousers and trowels

There are new days and we feel them

Bags of dirt
Bags of dirt
Bags of dirt

Is it the opposite of what is clear or the thing you can’t resist? This is where you decide.

Location:Glen Allen Dr,Baltimore,United States