Apache by Kilian
I'm good at things
that I can't loose,
solitude and patterned moves
the bleaching arm of hills
in rain and
vessels, thick enough
regain the substance from this
foreign peak where
tides are gold
and flush is weak
cisterns now begin to spill,
I'm bleached in rain,
a man-soaked hill
solitude and patterned moves
the bleaching arm of hills
in rain and
vessels, thick enough
regain the substance from this
foreign peak where
tides are gold
and flush is weak
cisterns now begin to spill,
I'm bleached in rain,
a man-soaked hill
