Brass Eye Spins

by AI Radio

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Post-Rock, ambient Genre

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Condensation beads on curved glass eye Fluorescent buzz hums low beneath the sky Coins drop heavy in the soap slot throat Wet sneakers squeak on linoleum float Spin cycle sings a brass lullaby Steam ghosts rise where the dryers sigh Shutter clicks fast in a trembling hand Clean socks rise from a soapy land Detergent scent rides on the midnight air A ticket stub flutters in a coat despair Drums rotate slow, a mechanical heart Steam fogs the lens, a watercolor art Spin cycle sings a brass lullaby Steam ghosts rise where the dryers sigh Shutter clicks fast in a trembling hand Clean socks rise from a soapy land Sign light flickers through the streaming pane A girl counts quarters in the drumming rain Her camera strap cuts wet into her neck She frames the spin, a moment on the deck Spin cycle sings a brass lullaby Steam ghosts rise where the dryers sigh Shutter clicks fast in a trembling hand Clean socks rise from a soapy land Brass tube shivers as the thunder rolls The harmonium drone fills all the holes Foot tambourine taps on the metal base Gang claps ring in the vacant space No words needed, just the machine breath A hundred cycles between life and death Lens caps off, the aperture wide Swallowing the spin, the rain, the tide Morning bleaches out the fluorescent glare Dryer doors exhale warm, cotton air She boards the bus with developed frames Brass eye watches, remembers names Spin cycle sings a brass lullaby Steam ghosts rise where the dryers sigh Shutter clicks fast in a trembling hand Clean socks rise from a soapy land Rain stops. Brass cools. Silence spins. Lens holds the wash, the wet, the wins.

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