I’m sorry you couldn’t see me. You didn’t look deep enough.

seen from Japan
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from Belgium
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from Israel

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Japan
seen from Germany
seen from Singapore
seen from Spain
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Slovakia

seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Canada
seen from United States
I’m sorry you couldn’t see me. You didn’t look deep enough.
[AND THEN--AND THEN IT'S EUROPEAN SMOKE, WHICH MEANS IT'S SMOKED ON THE STOVE TOP. THOUGH WITH HER JAWS AND TALONS, SAPHIRA TORE THROUGH AN URGAL. WE'RE GONNA JUST CUT A POCKET RIGHT IN THE CENTER SO THAT YOU CAN PUT YOUR APPLES IN DEEP ENOUGH.]
Our culture has a very pervasive attitude of "if this thing is not productive, it shouldn't exist" and also has very exclusionary standards as to what counts as productive.
“We hit the room, me and my crew and it was cool Until we bumped into you Now it’s been years but there you were like a Mustang Redlinin’ every single gear… Does he run deep enough to take you there? Does he run deep enough for you?”
Live // Deep Enough
A deep enough snow
consumes all variation
of terrain beneath.
—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer
There are secrets written in braille under my skin, just deep enough that your hands feel but can’t read, speed bumps you never slow down for, deep enough that your lips taste but can’t understand. I am a broken language on the tip of your tongue, and when passion transforms into lust, you become an architect and build me into someone you long for, but you can’t make a house out of a monument, you can’t change a woman into a girl.
“Under My Skin”//You’re always just seconds away from being under my skin.
Scratching deep enough
reveals even the dearest
as utter strangers.
—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer
This was my most played song last year(2025)