YOU FOLDED INTO THE NIGHT WITH AN ANCIENT GRACE
THE PERFECT TUNING OF A CITY WOULD HANG LIKE AN AURORA'S CURTAIN
CAREFULLY YOU PEEKED INSIDE TO SEE A LINE OF FACES INSET ON A VELVET RING
SURE AND EASY, ALL THE TOWERS AND TURRETS ARRANGED INTO HOMEWORK
BUT WHAT ARE THOSE STRANGE SPACES I LIVE IN?
RANDOMLY ARTICULATED GRADIENTS OF BLACK
AND BRIGHT BLACK
COAL SPIRIT AND NAPHTHA PURRING LAZY HALOS OF SMOKE
ISLANDS AND BASINS OF CLEAR WATER
YOU PROBABLY THINK IT IS "A REWARD TO BE UGLY"
NOT OWED GLANCES OR THOUGHTS BUT
STILL DOMINATING YOUR PRESENCE HERE, IN THOSE SPACES I RESIDE IN
ACUTELY AWARE OF THE DIZZY SOUND OF YOUR HAIR
THAT WE ALL WATCH
UNRAVEL INTO A CONSTELLATION OF GUTS AND GLORY
AND SUN BURNS
MAYBE THE ONLY WAY FOR YOU TO ACCEPT A COMPLIMENT
IS TO DISREGARD YOUR PHYSIOLOGY
AND ANATOMY
São Paulo artist Marcvs bends and refracts electronic music, sculpting heavily percussive numbers that endlessly shapeshift. Bandcamp New & Notable May 22, 2021