Notes on Pulling a Sword from a Stone Hurts 01 / by Reckon

Sweat more newness, sweat sweat cathartic waves, being boundless timeless flames, hot flash, classic drum beats rekindling poetry earth whose soul is unflappable manyverse tumbling toward many whirlpool words who offer ways in, out, up, who build happening cradles for trembling newborn birds

cymbals survive both flood and fire, 

a crackling like love, devouring everything, and it fucking hurts.