1. |
ruins in reverse
02:23
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My grief has no hope
I’m turning around to no one
Empty interruption
Blank screen one more time
Dull image tied tight
Parade
A vague departure
I’m turning around to no one
There’s nothing more than this
Pressure Access Inlaid Ailment
Shallow Features Molten Effort Callous Suture
Endless Lattice Balding Velvet
Knotted Failure Smallness Saddled Plastic Habit
Angled Orbit
Narrow Purpose
Routine Portrait
Woven Focus
Counted Format
Where is your rupture
Now go blend
These curves
Into insular emblems
Endless Lattice Plastic Habit
Burning
All the
Purse strings
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2. |
landslide
02:17
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An outline
Circling, justified
To what end?
Left of what?
A landslide
Plated glass bent at the sides
And pink color
Tilts the room
Magnify my own worth
My importance
Disproportioned
They’re running from
And they’re running to
A stand-in solution
Rearrange
Four sided figures
I've lived this
Over and over
And they’re running from
And they’re running to
An outline
Circling, justified
To what end?
Left of what?
A landslide
Plated glass bent at the sides
And they’re running from
And they’re running to
Rearrange
Four sided figures
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3. |
new refused
04:06
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This long seed of the old world
We blur ourselves
What it took to grow us
Falling hills
We awake
Again
Through grey
To knock your door
Hello
(With glad relief
The chain of hours
Essay the task
Ten times over)
We send the dead to the orchard
And from up here
On the bad god’s tower
Over unending earth
There’s cloth over dirt
Over rock, over nothing
A monument of “truth”
To be removed
Patterned approval
What stakes
Who can say
The past is also the present
So keep your civil distance
And we don’t change
And all the stories the same
92 in the shade
A house
A hospital
It's all the same
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4. |
divide
04:40
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When we marry their century
Who will pay the cost of kindness
Lined up, a long divide
The outside is the last to know
And let the record reflect indifference
Spin the drum both ways
To make the mansion fill the river
And breathe the vacuum speed
Taking time in the early night
Taking time in the early night
And the winter flakes it away
And only the letter remains
And opposition, embedded in taste
And parodies warmth and embrace
And the winter flakes it away
And only the letter remains
And opposition, embedded in taste
And atrophy, tunneling
When you broke my mirage of stability
Eyes bright in the shock of contact
Compromise, a cruel persuasion
They don’t own what you’ll become
They don’t own what you’ll become
Painted into a beautiful corner
Over portals, numb as fossils
Such a novelty
Trading fate for a separate exit
Trading fate for a separate exit
Porcelain, all so frightening
The rules split apart
Veering off into
Symmetry
Brevity
Pouring over me
A nuanced mistake
If there’s no concern
If there’s no return
I’ll draw conclusions in the sand
And joy is a crumb in my clumsy hands
My destination is
Univocal, only you
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5. |
pawning a laugh
01:58
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Fisher Number One
Spun out in December
They say we need it
For the good of the service
A routine repeating
Dotted with boxes
So we stick and stay
And the line breaks
Too quick to admit
Too slow in the drift
Watching the belt
And letting it freeze
Hold us up
A two body problem
In this patch
Of habitat
In places
That aren't here
The benefits of few
Offer these
Contingencies
A template bound to burst
Fisher Number One
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6. |
angry flood
05:01
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Leap in with me
Into this angry flood
Pulling the comb
(I have become)
Hair in the wound
(Threaded and through)
I seek to please
And feign fulfillment
Gathered in pain
Maybe folded away
And interlaced
Red ink
Reverse display
And woe is me
Back then
I worshipped shame
And here and now
Not much
Not much has changed
Pulling the comb
(I have become)
Hair in the wound
(Threaded and through)
I seek to please
And feign fulfillment
Leap in with me
Into this angry flood
Punctured in silence
I heard your name today
And what is not fair
I’m falling down again
The normal tokens
The postures we assume
Who is it all for
The sun appears to move
My shuffled segments
My arms adjusting to
A lack of presence
Refusing what we choose
Swift and selective
Just paper ripped away
These shearing forces
Horizon lines dictate
And planes of weakness
Surround laconic days
My obligations
Continue on unchanged
Abandoned panic
Somewhere out of frame
Refined, colliding
Slanted breath sustained
Too many old truths
Renounced appearances
And only two doors
Direction unconvinced
My inner canon
Conflated punishment
With independence
A certain sense of regret
So I keep clapping along
Stiff as the magic fades
It doesn’t matter
Skewed back in self restraint
Both forming zeros again
You set my teeth on edge
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7. |
937
03:12
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Yellow lights
For my eyes
They echo
“Our worst gets worse”
Long moments
As the stain spreads
On the marble over the basin
Zero of
A distance
Precision defends illusions
Count every
Opinion
To captain propped up conditions
Empty in an arc of pride
Boats against the current
I need some meaning I can
Memorize
What is the trick
What is the trick
What is the trick here
What good does it do you
To believe in good things
I hear the wind
At a higher pitch
I sit all alone
Alone and unpunished
Too big for us
As we are now
Empty in an arc of pride
Boats against the current
I need some meaning I can
Memorize
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