Foxhorn

Mike Dickson

1. The clock melted into a flock of white birds and escaped through the keyhole of my childhood.
2. I found my shadow drinking ink from the inkwell of a blind astronomer who insisted the stars were wounds in the sky.
3. The staircase continued upward into the mouth of a sleeping lion, where teacups trembled with prophetic steam.
4. My hands turned into mirrors and began reflecting memories that had not yet occurred.
5. A fish made of violets rang the doorbell and asked to borrow a fragment of thunder.
6. The wind stitched secret pockets into the afternoon and filled them with salt from invisible oceans.
7. Beneath the piano, a parliament of ants debated the colour of eternity in hushed, metallic whispers.
8. The moon cracked open like an egg and spilled a yolk of blue fire across the rooftops.
9. I swallowed a map and immediately grew corridors lined with unopened letters behind my ribs.
10. At dawn, the horizon folded itself like a letter and addressed me in handwriting made of smoke.

A playlist for the album can be found here.

Titles conceived, composed, arranged and performed by Mike Dickson

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