Koji Giants Sleeping
Appalachian giants sleeping. Grey, blue, green silhouettes; White dotted lines cut across a great american cloth. Miles on miles off in memory. Ghosts haunt, hang and hover like the morning mist. The sun burns it off, the giants rise, then I know I’m alive. The afternoon sky is a hammer beating down, blinding my eyes. Long at last, dusk comes forgiving me. I know I’m alright. Finding it easier to leave than to stay. Rushing in, rushing out through the infinite day. I’m losing myself in finding my way. Appalachian giants sleeping. Grey, blue, green silhouettes; White dotted lines cut across a great american cloth.
