Seams Undone. How many facets give spark catch the light driving the dark on past the night catching the rise and fall once we start there is no stopping unbound hearts My seams come undone when you melt into me blurring lines between where we meet My heart falters as it divides and multiplies expands like a universe stardust scattershot heat the atmosphere shooting star trails beatific music eardrumming breath I want to feel the silk of your skin to see your beauty at eye open take you in make you come before you go Hold connection despite great distance My seams come undone When you melt into me Blurring the lines between Where we meet
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Waxing moon... new writings up. New music page updates. Happy New Year!
What I needed was to sleep and sleep and sleep to let go release the construct that has so ill suited me in the past drift in the waters of my unconscious soup become a salamander prehistory precognitive prehensile body Axolotl little dragon shaking off fire and breathing water mastering regeneration transparent skin inside out transmission of a touch to a thought to a feeling that is bigger than the known universe we are ganglia nerve networks that light up as information passes through us we are conduits beacon fires lighting the mountain peaks with our flames each sparked by the torch of another we are immeasurable megawatts of cosmic energy contained momentarily in membranes of glorious human skin when we touch the mere suggestion of what we can be could light a city with electricity buzzing with live wires and dangerous music we are nothing we are everything an electron in an atom so infinitesimal and omnipotent we could disappear at any moment or split into unfathomable power. In the playground where my daughters chased each other up and down the slides shouting future memories a kingdom reigns of my past make-outs and drunken epiphanies the wind picks up catching the last of the day pushing into faded light going blue enter edge of moon train tracks turning the road northeast peripheral woman standing at the edge of transient fires hands raised against the darkness in evening prayer, red scarves flutter mimicking flames in trash can conflagrations Gas lights flicker on overhead as I thread through the underpass the fabric of my skin losing its tight weave- warp relaxing from weft leaving space to let the light through In the gloaming You forget that you are no longer the child Everything comes back black silhouettes on closed eyescreens color obliterated by so much light the aperture closed down to stop the lense from burning You will think it is over But it begins again and again surrender your only defense It’s not that I have lost you
It’s that I have lost the possibility I am in intensive training : how to be fucking solid; strong without breaking; bend and twist adapt adapt adapt, stay focused, hands up, weapon at the neutral ready, get grounded, adjust your stance And Do Not Shut down Love flows through me like blood blooms Colors my skin inside out Grief is an opening a doorway unconditional acceptance powers what will become music, your muscle this glowing heart that won’t quit me Thank you For that
Parallel lines
Impatiently waiting for more insatiable to the core Always reading between the lines always looking for cosmic signs I wanna hear you say go You wanna hear me say no Every touch is too Much But Too much is never enough Parallel lines all the time Parallel lines All the time Out of place out of time In another world, not mine(2x) To change your life You must start with your mind To change your mind Take my hand Hold on tight Side by side Snow comes.
Bits of sleeping moon fall to earth in slow motion blankets softly tucking in all the darkness and dirty things with white down comforters like in a swiss hotel chocolate on the pillow silver steam heat white towels for morning waiting until you wake at dawn quiet with snow beautiful in the new world soft crystals reflecting white light Feb. 5, 2019 4:02 am Sit and look out the window at the crows tipping the treetops
don’t move I cannot I am rooted to this spot root chakra umbilical cord blood riches feed down to subatomic particles Kill the autobots Turn off the automatons a gull crying outside grey sky grey sky the heater high same old desk typewriter transformed transmission still being sent and received evermore don’t stop continue walking the cold winter streets listening. Letting go. It is the time for letting go of things that no longer serve us loosening grips so we can step into the new the moon is pulling tears out of me in tidal waves I am downloading the program for every song I’ve ever heard listening to the patterns repeat and expand overdubs intertwine and separate the ability of a voice to exponentially improve itself by singing in tandem as layers refract and expand aural rainbows this is my language I am growing inner worlds scaffolding holding the future mapped with delicate wires circulatory systems feeding the clouds refractions filtered through my mind’s eye spectral lights holding cells shining with promise witness empires perfectly executed by leaving in the flawed turning of notes. the relief of naming, decisions, ending follows. January 19, 2019 Braille Stars are in transit to Ascension. We will play a show on Friday January 25, 2019
at The Kenton Club in Portland, Oregon in our current lineup. Braille Stars will then expand and grow and change into Braille Stars Collective, with new members, different configurations. Sometimes we will be a 2 piece, sometimes a full band, now focused songs, improvisation, instrumentation to change and rotate. Please witness this collective as it grows. butterfly effect.
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Gilly Ann Hanner is a writer and musician based in Portland, Oregon. She is mother to two daughters, and is part of various musical projects including
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