The Ancestor

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The Ancestor

I

There is a ghost
standing center circle
white moles guard four directions
a black moon and and earth moon take to corners
where we have no map
where no one knows this ghost

This ancestor holds a black rose
symbolic ghost of blood
a resurrection
of white cloth

Yolk to yolk
like a wheel
this circle has spoke

Where it's dry
white flour mixes with gauze
cast caked
sand it – a rain of white powder
Ghosts there
memory's dust
holds a whisper back
you cannot imagine the sound

Yolk to yolk
like a wheel
this circle has spoke
stretched taught
holding the path in place
Twelve circles
ten lead to another world
epic journey of DNA swims these veins

When you leave this world you will have no eyes.

II

In the summer of my eleventh year many ways were lost. Tied to the blood I grew tight like those that
had caked before me. A box of secrets put in a red wagon I pulled through the heat that shadowed me everywhere – I was ablaze in my familiar's folly.
The world was dense – I looked for openings but could not find them anywhere.
Fear trapped in yolk unable to speak. Words were at the bottom of strings tied to the beginning of the beginning, like fish pulled up from the deepest sea, reaching air they will never breathe.
I am a mythographer of old dimensions, maugre hollow eyes. I burst forth into name; a line of blood filled with secrets.
The invisible string is tied to my pointy finger as a reminder not to look – but to see! The mind needs a form, so the cloak is a covering for what the eye will not see.
The child pulled the red wagon, shiny in Ra's light. Babies laid down to metal, hot to touch. These ghosts in me are the ghosts of blood. Dried and dark, but not unseen.
When you leave this world you will have no eyes.

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from More Up To The Sky, released May 11, 2015
Words by Toni Oswald
Guitars by Rod Brakes
Synthesizer by Max Davies
Mixed by Max Davies and Luke Cawthra
Mastered by Max Davies
Photography by Georgia Van Gunten

© ℗ 2015 Gothedelic Records. All right reserved.

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