RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition. He does have an amazing PATREON, but also *normal* ARTIST WEBSITE too.

Friday, November 9


[today's song blurb is also a freestyle sonnet, because I am a dirtgod who does such things] 

Traveling the vacated wasteland of what's known, 
innate desire to roam denied by days' trifles, 
but bound to explode with gone mode, love chances blown 
and bridges burned - back tracking consciousness stifles 

disappearance; dystopia ended up far 
more mundane than expected, wasting most my time 
distracted by digital poisons, psychic scar 
tissue thickens into metaphysical slime 

and sludge; fog so thick you think you're woke while broken, 
clear-headed while ripped by septic tide lacking sand 
beneath barefeet; end times ancient texts had spoken 
of remain horizon only; still though, well-planned  

peeps stockpile milk crates, machetes, pallets, and tarps; 
soundtracks for disappearance like angelic harps. 

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