Circulated Treason

from by Orgone

  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

      $1 USD  or more



A hawk glides away from a flock of pursuing geese
who pester her, first as precaution and then for the lust of coordinated murder.
I see her muscles expand as beaks excavate her feathers, submerge in her veins
and puncture her proud, outstretched body, until she contorts and falls from the sky
a broken umbrella spewed from the churning gears of a freight-ship
coerced into a stagnant ocean, a wave-less oblivion, void of course.

I await the same ending, a powerful sprint from the red-eyed ritualists:
patrons of the rotting gate, blessed architects of delumination
who lasso the sun so piously worshiped, to quarantine light in wretched temples
knowledge disemboweled, its noble core discarded for immediate fruit

Ignorance is an expired sedative
an indiscriminate gallop into the clamp of predators
who cheer the fools that embellish their cages
while whistling in naked retrograde.

In her fumbling descent, I saw your pleading eyes:
the extinction of my imperfect idol.

I stood there bruised, a shattered mandolin in the desolation of the rubble
And I burrowed outwardly, a sullen elephant, unconvinced of this outlandish liberation
And it came for me: the healing cloud, at an agonizing and casual pace
Its face in a permanent stupor, pulseless and maniacal
I grated my slabs of essence onto the surface of the earth and it made no progress in my direction
It stared pale and mute as I violently, inwardly rattled, like a bloated cantaloupe in the exposed sun,
a cluster of coarse feathers separated from the wing, powerless.
I felt the desecration of primordial chaos: the furious, scalping, wailing wind that reduced me nearly to bone.
Then the rain that soaked my clothes into uselessness, idolized shelter
and sent the spider-flicker of fingers onto my exhausted eyelids, soothing everything.

But when the sensation has diminished, I feel unworthy of pleasure
a dragon whose heart has burst
from guarding alone a cache of treasure
that no one values and no one visits.


from The Joyless Parson, released May 4, 2014



all rights reserved


Orgone Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

contact / help

Contact Orgone

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns