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Björk - Fossora - Ovule
Fossora
01. Atopos
02. Ovule
03. Mycelia
04. Sorrowful Soil
05. Ancestress
06. Fagurt er í Fjörðum
07. Victimhood
08. Allow
09. Fungal City
10. Trölla‐Gabba
11. Freefall
12. Fossora
13. Her Mother’s House
I have placed a glass egg
Above us floating
An oval ovule
In a dark blood-red void
Carries our digital selves
Embracing and kissing

My skin-mud dense by you
I anchor our darks
I anchor our darks
Sleep with one eye open
Watching our sub-selves
The keel of our ship

These obstacles are just teaching us
So we can merge even deeper
Into our own personal mineral
Fuse alloy, ship ahoy

The hostility a broken heart endures
The velocity of that injury
Is returned to the world
With the same grin, showing teeth

When I was a girl
I felt love was a building
I marched towards
But deadly demonic divorces demolished the ideal

Now, with your romantic intelligence
Sensual tenderness
We dissolve old habits
And place a glass egg
Above us floating
In the dark blood-red oval void
Our lovemaking avatars in a shell