Shadowfeet - Brooke Fraser

♫Walking, stumbling
On these shadowfeet
Toward home, a land that I've never seen

I am changing
Less and less asleep
Made of different stuff than when I began

And I have sensed it all along
Fast approaching is the day

When the world has fallen out from under me
I'll be found in you, still standin'
When the sky rolls up and mountains fall on their knees
When time and space are through
I'll be found in you

There's distraction
Buzzing in my head
Saying in the shadows it's easier to stay

But I've heard rumours
Of true reality
Whispers of a well-lit way.♫

ADHESION

I am adhesive

rolling into being

the way you stick to me, the tenacity.

We are adhesive

the way she sticks to us, permanent

all these adhesions

binding our tissue

such a delicate word....tissue

can we be made of something so fine?

We should shred, moving through the world

and I suppose we do

though rolling on

picking up adhesions

I've heard rumors of a whole woman

who had no need

She lived in a garden

and then she didn't

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