Fractals from Giant Rising by Romulus Rues

It's hard not to be hasty, got these ever threes in my veins/
My number 17's much different, my zinc it never stays the same/
And I can fell the sun, in the patterns etched into my skin/
Caught up in the breeze, how magnificant to see//

The most beautiful of all his Fractals/
How gracefully those shapes divide/
Muhheakantuck has got me shackled/
I'll let these multiply//

And they said I'd Never make it, they said I'd never last/
Well I watched my demons dissapate, once I let go of my past/
Cause now I know, I can't change anything but myself/
So I'll let it be, I will let it be, it wasn't meant to be, not for me/
Caught up in the breeze, I wonder how it would be//

To be a shape dividing, growing tall/
To be a giant amongst them, Poughkeepsie is so small/
I wouldn't need to touch the clouds, the sun's hands reaching down would be all I need, all I need/
And no one can see, save the small stumbling bee, that I just want to be//

A Giant Rising growing tall, who knew all those towering things could be so small/
A shape dividing, growing tall, well I watched those mountains crumble into nothing at all/
We are Giant Rising, shapes dividing growing tall growing tall//

• Folk
• Hudson Valley
• indie folk
• poc
• singer-songwriter
• Hyde Park