Fantastical labyrinths might be sacrifices, black patches of earth not chosen and not could be crashing crests of a desire petrified for posterity or sensitive vociferous eyes obliged to quietly bear the daily burrowing deeper into the earth full of jazz music and dark wine. Those pleasures of intellectuals. Thank you
Adenike Nana Esie
@nourishyou · 0:47
This is a beautiful, rich, layered metaphorical poem. I'm excited listening to it. I'm going to have to listen to it a few more times. But before I muse on all the layers in this piece, I just wanted to say welcome to Swell. I'm so glad you're here. I don't often get to hear you on the other platforms. You're in good company. Enjoy it. Press the button. Really look forward to hearing more from you
Laura L (she/her)
@Loloflow · 0:39
Hi, Steven. I enjoyed that so much. And this idea that the roots are portals of some sort where we're connecting with the soul of the earth or the soul of really what I took from was of being human, having loss. There's so much going on there. I just wanted to thank you for it. I really enjoyed it