Predicate from Revelations by Colin Clyde and Aching Muscle

The Predicate is the Subject of
Spring is yellow jacket jack
jabber jabber jackhammer jackrabbit woodpecker
racket jug jug juggling
humble bumble bee machinery
run run running the humming heaving heaven in
sums of sun and wheeling and whirring and
whirling and near you
and listen you

sometimes you hear hugging havoc
chanting cantons of carnal knowledge kisses
caresses in sacred factories
fueled on the feel of

the still amber air seemingly
all glowing and all the wild winds becalmed beyond
the inner ides are oiling
all the reasons

for drowning in dawn
rose spawning hurls of lemon light into the socket
dark pit deep hoping groping eye
tasted days and days of gorging a mouth blooded
on strawberry blueberry necessary and honeysuckle
for heavens above
the earth

quakes daybreak creaking
on a brim of a bric a brac logic with trappings of
butterfly traffic and passerby
music borne swallow

swift on the silvery soul of
pearly innocence and the slowly hurry up
sun summons mint mirth here from shadowdown
glooms and nimble from quick

With high bred heathen
hushes bearing elations of
Hybrid havens of love
on all the rich long
living glistening
lushly
softly still

eyespill of dazzledown dust decanting kinglings of
love down grain by grain through the same hour glass throat
there came a gurgling a liquid
a darkling of suckling

reasonings feathering together
above the sovereign feel of one single file plunge
plumage through a crack to a light
a lifetime a hairline
a part learned out
streched on meadowdown pages scribbled in brailles of cross
hatched grass and eve found this bliss of
magic music lyric logic locked

within this splendor of split
second spurt splintered bewitchery while
adam drove a dram of all this ghostly godly
thistledown stuff into

this intensely vale of this insanely light
lurching evermore utterly down one long eon noon
luring rhythms of yielding into the stop
stop of driving go into come

with breast upon breast
beast unto beast within a feast of haste reddened in tooth
and claw and eye conjoined
eye

to be to be

to be

in ceremonials processions of primrose
skip skipping along to welcome spring
flown down here by bravura bespoken
damseldown doves

hawking love in all the rich reach sweepdown
arch of the watched watching sky over
head

eye

saw soaring up above tribal pines
grazing among cumuli nomads in mad unfurling swirls
of jubilee glee and the blue euphoria of
eye dreamily in wildly

yearning and mourning in
the gently place of the softly breeze with
unions on a silky hill where offerings
of forever and ever

hung hunger down from the holy holy be
thine eyes hovering on the horizon
of the be

of being you

the verily of you

you

look

look

surely over there
right over there
surely you will see
the silver vessel with
the golden yearn
for the medium
of spring to sing
that humming song
in harmony with softly
the refinery of
silence runs on
the feel of
the fuel of
murmuring
an answer
sunning be

in the mystery of

the machinery of

the meaning of

it

all

• Rock
• electrorock
• funk
• instrumental
• post-rock
• Godalming