Rail Yard Ghosts: 'Call of the Void'

can you hear their voices now
the songs of our dead
alive only in the stories and the bones we carry
their ashes tattooed on our faces
whispers of our scattered tribe on this earth
they ramble on and we ramble on
to unearth the songs from the void


...
finding depth in empty spaces
and life in the complexity of silence
the beauty and sadness of fleeting time
and all that we cannot hold
we've rebuilt with worn hands
using the dirt from underneath our fingernails

and other remnants of the past we've collected
to help tell the tale of ourselves
as the pieces escape our grasp
we sleep in a bed of memories
for the people and places we love
that we can no longer reach
an insatiable desire within us for the intangible
the bricks are each other yet ever fading
we feel the ground beneath our feet so vividly
only to watch it diminish and see it was never there
suspended above all we cherish as it fades away
like we must onto our own singular journey into the unknown



chasing remnants of shadows that sweep between worlds
entangled at the edge of a cliff
and the berries and brambles so sour yet so sweet
dearly departed, may death not make you stiff my friend

we come from the trees
our branches our bones limbs stretching outward
rootworks of veins flesh of leaves and bark
I’m leaving, embarking on a new journey
for the light we leave behind travels on into the darkness
do you remember
remember when the stones collected our stories
...
remember when the stones
conjured incantation of the deepening night
we weaved our wild web
entwined with bare hands and bare feet
a home in the unknown
our world between worlds
no compass no guide
our path a string in the wind
can you hear their voices now
the songs of our dead
alive only in the stories and the bones we carry
their ashes tattooed on our faces
whispers of our scattered tribe on this earth
they ramble on and we ramble on
to unearth the songs from the void
...

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