Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Mike Gentry
This Australian man is a searcher.
Angus Stone knows he will never be let go from it.
The clock is but a heartbeat.
There's no time for sleeping.
That just gathers a body dust.
The feet are tireless, even when swollen and blistered.
He writes as if windows and doors are bars and cells.
Roses are meant for the dead, not for stopping for.