A PRIMITIVE ARRIVAL

DBA.EP.01 //

01. YOUR LOVE

A timid rain engulfs the city. Darkness hangs between buildings, broken only by peppered gunshots of lamplight from within.

We stand in the debris. We stand in the nothing, and we stare brightly.

As unconscious paragraphs clumsily mark their way through this rigorous spacial polarity, we find our trade. Calculated, rough, warm and thorough.

Pink rays dispel the tight murk. Pink rays dispel the field.

The field finds its own.

Your love.

02. ARISE

Sawn sculptures ahead. Torn attitudes await their final pause.

Swamp for satisfaction, cullen dawn before electric embrace. We roam, we search, we build a pattern and home for the approaching tenant.

Pulse. Check.

Build, ambush, supply- the pattern guides and provides. A rehearsal for the beginning, a coda for the collapse. Our wonder pulls us through.

Mingled multitudes emerge with illustrative geometry. Complexity. Movement. Trust.

Perhaps.

03. BLOOD FOR BLOOD

Shudder.

Embrace. Brighten pathway, dilated apertures.

Tumbling vertigoes shatter the murk; Dividing principle, lust and abstraction. The captured follows the fortunate. Together a weave is borne beyond childhood scripture, together a bond of light envelopes an untangled metaphor of darkness.

Scratch attitude, scratch finality and purpose

Shall we rebuild?

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Shall we not?

Engage. Defund. Elaborate.

A powerful pulse resumes its path through a murky yet receptive un-coming. Attempts to steer it away are ignored

Collapse.

04. NOMAD

Choked

Boiled bubbling satisfactions

Fold.

Ease. Prowess. Power. Movement and shadow. We are inbound, carried and consummate. Pull it back. Pull in.

Ignite. Struggle. Collapse. Change on the floor

BLOW

This is my paper. This is my sound, my stride, my maker. Take me towards final, take towards a

“Burn that wanker”

“Ha ha ha ha”

“Fuck off Neil”

05.ARRAY

Paper. Folding. Device

Rattle the rattle-stick. Provide the policy. Open the aperture. We are arrived. We are the oscillator.

“.. “

Weight. We bring weight.

Calculator mathematics, insignificant others, playful policy makers. We’re on a ride. Let’s go. Let’s go. Let’s go.

Oh my. The build builds. It builds to peak. It builds to complete. Where do we go when the build completes?

Escape? Evolve?

Rotate

06. OUR TIME

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