Soft Estate - Shriekback

I’m on the wet stuff now

I got the suit of sound

down on the the Soft Estate.

I ran the voodoo down

I ran the thing to ground

Upon the Soft Estate.

I tracked the mau-mau hounds

Upon the grassy mound

they call the Soft Estate.

Down in the sunken garden

At the primrose hour

there is the Soft Estate.

On the staircase treads the lover,

on the yew tree sets the sun.

Faithless.

boneless, somewhat Other:

Soft Estate for everyone.

I keep a hot canoe

You kinda liked it too

upon the Soft Estate.

I will receive these blessings

when the moon turns blue

behold the Soft Estate.

I gotta bone-deep sorrow

but the beat goes on

down on the Soft Estate

Maybe a grand delusion

but it wont take long.

How sweet the Soft Estate!

Listless as the ragged roses

All have bloomed but none remain.

Seething wreckage on the river

Soft Estate and home again…

The night it has a thousand eyes;

the air is full of our cries

(and still the fact remains).

all along we were licking at the light

and clawing at the roots

and waking in the night

all startled at the sound

and reeling at the sight:

all the information:

limitless and liminal…