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I wear you out
but hold your faith
as sure as day:
a thorn and shout.
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my toes touch the october sea --
a wave fall back to welcome me
foul overpass I lie beneath --
my train might come so I can't sleep
and you've been lurking round this hole
to pray for rain and save your soul:
a dance that happens more and more,
as hopeful as an apple core.
the sage that blossoms fragrantly --
it shelters things that I can't see
now take me to the eastern shore --
for in the snow our tracks are clear.
I lay my love down like a lamb
and spill the blood from both our hands:
to softly mingle in the mud,
O foolish great eternal blood.
will Armageddon come to call --
for I desire the slightest thrill
the unrequited multiply --
the satisfied stand still.
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All Things Magical
04:34
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fulfilled i will find my way out of the night
that chasm, dark kingdom, a waste of my time
once over yon ledge, the weather is fine
but that gravity makes for a difficult climb
and i recall your gift of the infinite kind --
encouraging words wearing wings well designed
a bond that won't bend 'till the stars cease their shine
unfaltering faith,
even though, and despite
but i'm just blood and bones
and attempts at atonement
and there's nothing i know
but that nothing is permanent
and our love is strong,
an oak old and towering
or a bird on the wing casting cries towards the heavens
a beautiful things, what luck
this deliverance
now i will become what in needed of me
a beacon to mirror the glistening sea
and i will lose myself so completely
that no compass no map could find me
whether fated thus, or a fool's leap
neither story seems too troubling
and with all things magical indeed,
the world nearly brings me to my knees
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Name & Noise
05:12
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dead eyes fixed upon the east,
so keen to catch another glimpse
the creases in your robes collecting snow
but the sun will never dawn for you
encased in bronze with all you know
condensed into a monumental stone
a statue in a square the birds nest upon your hair
and use your hollow volume as a hiding place for seed
but will you ever rest again, with all the world speaking your name?
do you tire to live on eternally
and small we are
so blame we must
invent the gods
to punish us
we fear the flame
we fear the void
we fear to lose
our name & noise
and who am i to proclaim
anything i'm but name
pinned to the collar of a shirt
a momentary bloom, a single thread upon a loom
a flag atop a mound of dirt
...
but matter cannot be destroyed
only transformed
exchanged like coins
so go acquaint yourself with the dust
you'll one day find yourself
amongst
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Trouble
05:44
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from the midst of the winter
I will lead you to spring:
every home needs an altar
every year fills a hole with the dead.
how the once fallow field
may divinely exchange sweat for bread --
out among the rocks and snakes
I'm laying down:
"it's more fun to live with trouble
than without..."
on our long narrow road
we will be merry friends with the moon:
perfect seeds buried deep
though the surface be still as the tomb.
all await being born
an ordeal that can come none too soon --
out among the rocks and snakes
I'm laying down:
"it's more fun to live with trouble
than without..."
from the mouth of our cave
I will show you a bird blocks the sun:
if they spoke we would tremble
but they teach not in language alone.
how the uncharted world
is a word once inscribed on a stone --
out among the rocks and snakes
I'm laying down:
while castles fall and kings are toppled
all around...
you can see the awful cloud
that forms ahead:
but inside the hearth is dry
and warm the bed...
in the midst of the winter
I will lead you to spring:
every year builds an altar
every home digs a hole for the dead --
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