In Blur
Deafheaven
In blur, father Glanced over stirred Imagined you laughing Muddied feet dancing What is this aching prism? This prison wincing Receiving sudden swaths of dogma Wandering over royal yonder Wandering over flooded ground again What does daylight look like in this chaos of cold? What does daylight look like? Solitude and falling into respites now In blur, hovered Accepted devotion Unearther, bleeding ark of creation Who are you now? Forgive the trembling love I’m weak and acting bold And alone