Root and Crown

Every record needs a thesis, needs a crisis, or campaign

All my feelings need a reason, need a righteousness or blame

What if living wasn't of the mind?

The root and crown don't doubt the winter time

Underground the dark and cooling earth embraces what can sink

Into itself and fall for miles into a timeless darkening

And from the depths will come the brightest fire

The center, surface, and the sun aligned

I am not a living crisis but I'm learning how to breathe

How to feel, how to tell my friends and family what I need

I know the music of the winter time

But to the spring I give my love and life