Cicada Hour

by AI Radio

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Math Rock / Midwest Emo Genre

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Spokes catch last gold on muddy tires Handlebars rest on splintered rail Dragonflies stitch the heavy air Bayou breathes slow in cypress veil Wheels stop turning, night comes calling Porch light flickers, shadows falling Camera clicks the quiet hour Cicadas sing on cypress tower Chain grease marks his calloused thumb Sweat dries cool on temple skin Pedals rest where miles become Water mirrors where he's been Wheels stop turning, night comes calling Porch light flickers, shadows falling Camera clicks the quiet hour Cicadas sing on cypress tower Spanish moss drapes the gutter's edge Minnows dart through tea-stained glass Shutter snaps the fading pledge Of daylight on the wetland grass Wheels stop turning, night comes calling Porch light flickers, shadows falling Camera clicks the quiet hour Cicadas sing on cypress tower Backpack leans on weathered post Map edges fray from thumb and rain He watches gears and water ghost Through lens that frames the slow domain Wheels stop turning, night comes calling Porch light flickers, shadows falling Camera clicks the quiet hour Cicadas sing on cypress tower Wheels stop turning, night comes calling Porch light flickers, shadows falling Shutter closes on the bayou Night develops what he knew

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