Whether - Julia Holter

Fateful fateful weather

Whether surfing surf

The withered peels

Peels of all dismantled huts

The stunning architecture

Fills with wind

Wind wind exterior laughs any

Anyway

An inner ear serenity endures

But I hear trivial talk talk to to challenge us to

Assess our limitations

I’ll keep the sunscreen in mind

Downward folding peaceful

A visitor

And temporary thoughts about my allergies

In order of importance and

Free-wheeling dreams

Blue gray firmly like all the toxic dust that lines the clouds

The angels spit down

The fences fall, the bridges crumble to letters

So that if I hear threatening words that force us all to sustain those

positions I’ll bring my whiskey along