Event Horizon from Noli Timere by Construction & Destruction

Your pen is a cantering horse,
And your fingers are type hammers.
You wrote it so hard in May,
it can still be read in November.

Your eyes have flight paths.
With a searing blade of focused light,
you observe as if in suspended animation,
in pursuit of the Event Horizon…

And when it dawns on you,
you mouth the singularity,
and stride off.

Why do we live when ten thousand things die a day?
I observe your gathered hair in a bun.
Everything in its place; a place for everyone,
standing on the shore of the Event Horizon..

And when it dawns on you,
you breath the singularity,
and fuck off!

You are on a tour of the Event Horizon!

• Experimental
• Independent
• Singer-songwriter
• Spook Rock
• avant-garde
• noise
• Port Greville