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from Shifting EP by Catchers

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I could jump these fields in my seven-league boots
Walk trails with shades and ghosts
Blaze tracks in my devil's shoes
Crawl invisibly across your roof.
I could just about fit into every hole
Where I wouldn't be seen
I could melt into the trees
And race their juices right out to their leaves

In a dream I was transformed,
Left my bones outside the door

I could be furred or feathered or shelled or fleeced
I could be any man or every beast,
Rolling with the breeze.
I could be a soothsayer, a spirit-raiser,
I could take to the air,
I could take to the sea,
Without lungs or limbs to hold me here
I'd be a keeper with every key.

Everyday I'm shifting further from myself
I feel the pull, I start to soar, my skin is shed
Lay me down and I'll spiral through my head
Everyday, I feel a little strange.

Smoked a hole in my lungs and I've started to bleed
Got boots and gloves made out of meat,
And I can feel the water
I can feel the water swill inside me.


from Shifting EP, released June 21, 2019


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