I Walk the High Grav

Lyrics: me
Disclaimer: This one is very experimental - attempting spoken word with Udio :D From my poem about a planet being consumed by its sun.

I Walk the High Grav

i walk the high grav.
i can feel it.
(the dragon time) (the dragon time)
with sun filling sky at brilliant dusk.
me dumb with the joy of it.
i swept my moon dust out the clay door
in high gravity puffs with a desert quill broom
scritch scritch
it’s so hot here i cannot tell you
the floor aching with smooth i have a bubble level you know
a toothless mouth to ponder now.
the scoped rifle there (damn the tears!)
you can’t lean it on the wall.
chips fall into the barrel.
i cant look anywhere because of the madness! (because of the madness)
i realize i have the broom instead of the rifle.
too late! took a face full of quills.
dancing purple fairies all over the sills
the scope is a transparent stone maiden
their is a notch in the window for the barrel
i imagine there isn’t
i see them straining soundless.
great wings cracking with effort.
as they rise and tumble.
dragons not made for space.
the red sister (red sister) so close.
I sometimes shoot at her with the rifle.
oh what a laugh that is.
i walk the high grav.
holding the broom up high.
the dragon exhausted now.
falling like a slip of paper.
in a thick sea of wind.
she lands with two broom puffs.
visible to the naked left eye.
takes the broom in one bite, also two arms.
the blood comes out like a bird.
i imagine it didn’t.
[outro]

[CreekyJarls]

It kind of sounds like a Grace Jones song. Keep experimenting.