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Puijila Plays in the Mirrored Morning

from Visitors by Ben Hjertmann & Emmalee Hunnicutt

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Puijila Plays in the Mirrored Morning

I watched the sun burn into those crags last night
And the green aura hung aurora high
I remember what I tried to give up
The sand, snow, and seaweed below me

As I wander back there,
where the drone siren wove
An idea swam at the stove,
and the Irish hours before
I sang to the Charcoal Islands,
where the golden timepiece hung

I watched the sun frost the tide today
I thought I saw a pup swimming this way
Was I just remembering my own mutt, far away?
Or the dream of the fossils below me?

Where hot-blooded fishers,
where the drone siren wove
May still be trolling this cove
in the mirrored morning, I know
They land on the Charcoal Islands,
where I landed once

I watched the sun burn,
and by morning it sung,
“I’m sorry the winter was long”
And it asked me to come back to now
And remember what’s still swimming below me

Old gray mermaid, is this where you rove?
Do you go to the Charcoal Islands,
Where you swam right up to me,
Rose up to my height
You ask me “who?” or “why?”

I watched someone jump into the waves again
Someone who shares something of my ways
I remember how you walked to give up
The sand and snow for the seaweed here below me

And yet wandered back there,
where the drone siren wove
To puzzle me over, then dove
like you'd never seen us before
Among the Charcoal Islands,
where you might be home

I watched Sunday burn,
and by Monday I’m gone
I knew that I couldn’t stay long
Thick-skinned, but flat-footed
I remember you rising from below me
O holy destiny,
is this where I’ll go,
where the drone siren wove?
Should I go to the Charcoal Islands
Would I steal you as a sign,
Go where I’m unknown?
And you asked me “when?” or “why?”

I watched the sun burn out of the sky last night
I remember what I spied below me
And I wander back there
Where the drone siren wove
I go to the Charcoal Islands,
where the Golden Hours hung

I watched the sun burn, here below me
There, on the Charcoal Islands
I remember now,
where the drone siren wove

I watched the sun
I watched the sun

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from Visitors, released April 14, 2021
Ben Hjertmann: voice, fretless electric guitar
Emmalee Hunnicutt: cello

Music and Lyrics by Ben Hjertmann

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