1. |
Endling
03:32
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On this island, storms collapsed upon the trees
Another world
Family I knew lost for years, their wrinkles shift
To other rooms
Did they go balloon up sucked into the air to be found
Stuck in other globes
Is it a wonder to escape?
Born unsighted, left behind the drapes for years
The other one
Crept in spirals, breathed in space behind the fears
A growing path
Did it fall inseparably from its two lung master
Pass another day
Is it a wonder to escape?
These endling walls
Built on dust place
They were doing just fine
As I faded in space
Far from my home
Knitting the cell door
We were doing just fine
Til the hunt in this weather
Maybe I’ll turn on
Caged in the summer
Who was I for now
There’s still bars in the winter
Maybe I’ll die off
Killed as the last of my day slips by
Now the violence lasts for weeks along the still
Desired lands
Stolen candles on the sill of candid creeks
Entire hands
Did they crack in step with what was last winters plan
As we slept in other sheets
Is it a wonder to escape?
These endling walls
Built on dust place
They were doing just fine
As I faded in space
Far from my home
Knitting the cell door
We were doing just fine
Til the hunt in this weather
Maybe I’ll turn on
Caged in the summer
Who was I for now
There’s still bars in the winter
Maybe I’ll die off
Killed as the last of my day slips by
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2. |
Tilt Ascender
05:08
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On the slow divide
The eyes, the eyes they play in disguise
Falling focus tiles
A line, a line that frays on
the sides
People scatter on
The vine, the vine which bloomed in the shade
In the open wide
The lion runs escaped from the grounds
Shift the sunny lanes
The wild, the wild was framed in surprise
Crash the rolling cage
It’s searing rage is misting the run
You were nowhere
Home of dulling lace
The dues of gloom, spilled dye in the sand
Cast the faded roof
It’s shade reversed to nothing at all
Shouting curdles now
This cruel parade has taken its bow
In this golden age
The lion runs escaped from the grounds
You were nowhere
You were nowhere
You were nowhere
You were nowhere
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3. |
Blood Lily
03:37
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What’ll I do??
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4. |
Drippy
08:19
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Whatsup
No clue
The friends
Above
What’s good
Downhill
It stormed
Unused
Little jumping loves
The roots
Revealed
The thorns
Revolve
Return in the days near
Up in the loop above the sun fall
The clearings and marshes that were fenced thru
Delivered in youth along bent inroads
Woods in
The head
No call
Alone
What trail
No use
The curve
The truth
Return in the days near
Up in the loop above the sun fall
The clearings and marshes that were fenced thru
Delivered in youth along bent inroads
A holdup for wastings
Under the surface there were red rows
Reliving the growth along the dark paths
The Parallel winds among inward pines
whatsup
Inside
Cold day
Still green
What’s good
The eyes
No hands
The leaves
Return in the days near
Up in the loop above the sun fall
The clearings and marshes that were fenced thru
Delivered in youth along bent inroads
A holdup for wastings
Under the surface there were red rows
Reliving the growth along the dark paths
Parallel winds among inward pines
Were found at the placing
Open your side into the basement
Exposed through the years under the soft rock
The living was lost to the colonies
Awoke to the day’s fear
Above the soothing walk down blurred here
The river was running thru the red sphere
Open your side into never minds
What’s good
Dont hide
your eyes
Inside
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5. |
Patterning
03:05
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Over the rocky sea
Structures afar
Who is near? Send for me
Step through the net
Bubble wrap sand and stones
The last of the clay men
city built canyon side
A wet line of rust
Tally the variance
Once you’re alone
Move with the brittle reins
Strapped to your neck
A shower of broken seeds
Scattered the playground
Under the tropical
Breeze moving west
Everything turning round the repeating freeze
Everything flows for me over the patterns
My fence was buckling
Sat on the hill
Wind in the clover fields
Stripped to their stems
Wade thru the shallow stream
Soaked footprint trail
Into the darker hours
Steady regret
Everything turning round the repeating freeze
Everyone flows for me over the patterns
Drove to the mountaintop
Stared past the ridge
To wrist was weld penny spouts
Cracked long its breaks
Barrier of the state
Trashed by the highway
I felt hope spinning down
A patterned insect
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6. |
Seabirds On the Ledge
05:24
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I’m aware
I’m aware
I’m aware
Seabirds along the ledge narrowly
Seabirds along the ledge on the breeze
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7. |
Resembles Temperature
04:30
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You look
Down the open way
Where my
Iced glass
(Drips loose)
You look
Down the other way
Where I am
I’m small
(The lights off)
But I know
You are the open way
The glass
Ice melts steadily
(For once)
And I know
That down the other way
Where I am
I’ve no other plan
(But you)
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8. |
Globe Room
04:06
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Flew past the matted orb
A finger tracks the slowing of
The signs facing cross the world
A ring around the globe
I’m walking dead left of the criminal
I’m walking down
Lose lose the spinning blue
With spines carved thru bending grooves
Reclusive and knitting nooses
Spouts wobble in
I’m walking dead left of the criminal
I’m walking down
There were truces beyond the line
A flag waving from above
The wild shrinking to a drizzle
Oil seeping in
I’m walking dead left of the criminal
Dead left of the criminal
Dead left of the criminal
Dead left of the turn
I’m walking down
Clues in the fitted hall
With portraits to hide the wall
The spine shaped with tender blisters
Corpse beneath the rug
I’m walking dead left of the criminal
I’m walking down
Truth and the stinging slew
Of voices, a chorus on the
Risers, the upper level
Ringing in the year
I’m walking dead left of the criminal
I’m walking down
There were uses before the find
A slight pledge to shade the mind
The wild shrinking in the sizzle
Oil seeping in
I’m walking dead left of the criminal
Dead left of the criminal
Dead left of the criminal
Dead left of the turn
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9. |
Yehudi Lights
07:19
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Come shine a light against the two sides of my face
The speckled mess beyond embellished only for a second
Yehudi lights along the two shores tumbling
Photographer in motion treading loops before the breach
The other glare beneath my eye dilating out
The swell it would go “wee” on the out
Yehudi lights among the crowd stood chuckling
A negative developed in the bath and hung to dry
Bright in time
Bright in time
Quite illuminating
Bright in time
Bright in time
Quite elusive sailing
Bright in time
Quite illuminating
Bright in time
Bright in time
Of all the stains beneath the clouds less jumbled in
The only one which stayed in reach was blemished from the get go
Run down the ocean past erosion stumbling
It oftentimes went “wee” in the rush
Bright in time
Bright in time
Quite illuminating
Bright in time
Bright in time
Quite elusive sailing
Bright in time
Quite illuminating
Bright in time
Bright in time
Quite elusive sailing
Yehudi lights along the two shores tumbling
Come shine a light against the two sides of my face
Brightly in time brightly in time bright illuminate
Brightly in time brightly in time bright elusiveness
Yehudi lights among the crowd stood chuckling
The other glare beneath my eye dilating out
Brightly in time brightly in time bright illuminate
Brightly in time brightly in time bright elusiveness
Come gather ground toward less raging burials
A pile of scattered stars behind the bottles collect dusting
Yehudi lights between the tower left fumbling
It whooshed into the “wee” through the sky
Bright in time
Bright in time
Quite illuminating
Bright in time
Bright in time
Quite elusive sailing
Bright in time
Quite illuminating
Bright in time
Bright in time
Quite elusive sailing
Yehudi lights along the two shores tumbling
Come shine a light against the two sides of my face
Brightly in time brightly in time bright illuminate
Brightly in time brightly in time bright elusiveness
Yehudi lights among the crowd stood chuckling
The other glare beneath my eye dilating out
Brightly in time brightly in time bright illuminate
Brightly in time brightly in time bright elusiveness
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10. |
Hideout
02:58
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Did I have to hollow up?
Walls in space and time
Wilted corner by the rose
Dried out hung to last
Those that would not follow thru
Blanketed in light
Shifting as I call to speak
Writing on the floor
And I started up past the blue bridge on the rust
As I shifted out of frame
Background on the run
I stitched a past world to my arm
The needle bounced to ground
And I started up past the blue bridge on the rust
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