CIRCE'S LOVE

A track that will be included in the album-in-progress Augural Canticles. “Circe’s Love” is a dark hymn to forbidden desire: a love too powerful to be spoken, surviving only as silence, memory, wound, and curse. #lynnheage #anthropodigital #auguralcanticles #circe'slove #rock #symphonicrock #progressiverock Lyrics You shall behold my death from a tower of charm Uncanny recollections descending like a Mass Of silent liberation and echoes of restraint Time as a cunning daimon will dance around your neck Suffocating the truth that can never be spelled Spells a dreary sky will whisper in my ear Fountains we never touched, forests we crossed in fear Forgiving rain will wash scars of buried wounds Of dice we’ll never cast and pleas we’ll never hear While gnawing worms delight in numbing broken souls Words no mouth dares recite, joys no mind dares dream of Between the bridges distance mocks my exhausted hands Somatic reverence of Circe’s love Forbidden was the longing; yet Zephyr swept so hard That you became a wall to hide your blushing heart You wore a shield of roses upon a hollow shirt — archives of confused crowds Vanish away Behind the manifesto of your face — a wingless crow’s delusions Dying again I sacrificed my tongue on the pyre of your eyes — Oedipus of mind-blindness O haunted night For you trusted my canto; I kissed your living lyre The crackle of my words was heard in Paradise Silence is the only language that does not tell a lie Words no mouth dares recite, joys no mind dares dream of Between the bridges distance mocks my exhausted hands Somatic reverence of Circe’s love Forbidden was the longing; yet Zephyr swept so hard That you became a wall to hide your blushing heart You shall behold my death from a tower of charm Uncanny recollections descending like a Mass Of silent liberation and echoes of restraint Time as a cunning daimon will dance around your neck Suffocating the truth that can never be spelled How will you stay alone in this desert of loss Where Oasis is swept by the grid-noise I will return for you— with poems and a curse Words no mouth dares recite, joys no mind dares dream of Between the bridges distance mocks my exhausted hands Somatic reverence of Circe’s love Forbidden was the longing; yet Zephyr swept so hard That you became a wall to hide your blushing heart