bring me into the time
where I belong
This alien feeling
has just got me breathing
a fond farewell
to my bittersweet end
and then there is you
Aux-lo takes the scraps of a discarded world and places them into arrangement. Never like the mass of agreement, never given the space or time. Auxiliary set low, for worldly planes, that crave a background ambiance. Never in need of the spotlit pop machine. Curious of the unpolished jem. pushing forward with burning books, agitating the normal idea that brought us here. Now is forever tomorrow the next!

