Dispatch from the Guest House

from by Alpine Decline

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This is a dispatch from the guest house, you see, we are making observations, occupying territory.

(Questioning the wisdom that led us here: shot through a prism to reappear in some fattened landscape where the foundation's rotten, the language is poisoned, and our myths all forgotten. Questioning the wisdom that led us here. Shot through a prism to reassemble here, far from our home. It's been carried away. We huddle alone. Alone to make a sacrifice and take our previous life and forsake it... it's heartbreaking.)

Sometimes get lost in a moment of passion and sometimes I get decimated, fervently pray for deliverance through action, some kind of redemption, and a message from the flood.

This is a dispatch from the guest house, you see, we are changed beyond all recognition, well beyond the fantasy.

(Questioning the wisdom that led us here: shot through a prism to reappear in some toxic landscape where the crisis come often, the gods aren't listening, and the priests are all plotting. Questioning the wisdom that led us here. Shot through a prism to reassemble here, far from our home. It's been carried away. We huddle alone. Alone to make a sacrifice and take our previous life and abandon it... it's heartbreaking.)

Sometimes escape in a cheapened distraction and still my heartbeat in an ecstasy.

And in between stations becomes a reaction, transformation to an effigy to burn.

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from Return to Desolation Lake, released March 13, 2018

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