Perimeter from homebodies by Construction & Destruction

So this is June;
so this is you,
so sudden and soon.
And your perimeter:
here;
and here;
and here;
…

Now we know where I’m not,
don’t we just know where I’m not?
And some kind of chrysalis caught in the crux
of a tree would know better its mind and its habits,
and wouldn’t you think that the pull
of the magnetic north would be something
from which I could work off of?
But even the True North is transient.

I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know,
I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know,
if there’re no edges to unfurl;
if there’s nothing of substance.

Once I was young and indignant about intrusion.
And maybe loved science and relished the act of fusion.
And now I am young and given to fits of elocution,
but coming to terms with the fact of
constant elusion.

The courses will force their way down from the mount
and into the bodies of water they seek.
And nothing you do, no known ceremony,
will deter their ranks or lessen their speed.

A step to the side isn’t what I intended to take.
But sometimes a force on the leash will unearth a stake.

I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know,
I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know,
if there’re no edges to unfurl;
if there’s nothing of substance.

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