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pleasurefields - ryan montbleau lyrics

quiet, auburn, oaken chest
cherry tobaccan and nightworn–
the leaves are at their ripest.
wool-knit and fire-warmed
brisk is somewhere near.
but for now, just a hazy, ever-burning maze of red ash will flush us clear.
in it.
within it.
waves p-ss through, but understanding that you’re there.
and in a rush of airiness,
lightly hammered into shape,
frozen amber thawed and stewed in crusted september bake,
and comes the sunshine
honey haze
maze of eon in a day of days
a comfort in each air
nothing rotten, not yet bare.
in it.
within it.
waves p-ss through, but understanding that you’re there.
there in that honeysuckle glow,
youd swear you saw it,
youd swear you’d known,
whether yellow-feathered cottontail,
or bluebird singing sigh,
youd touched the air with tongue,
taste of sun,
touch of sky.

- ryan montbleau lyrics

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