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languid
05:13
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Said that it would come
With time
Said that it would feel
So fine
Now it's all broken and
Emptied of its own weight
Hardness drives itself to a fall
Slips past the quay
Solved by a crawl
Poking and prodding the possible days to come
Waiting for things to erupt from the static hum
Listening stiffly for isolation
Dreaming. Dreaming.
Said that it would lift
Me up
Said that I would sip
A silvered cup
But now it's all broken and
Emptied of its own weight
Remarkable in its shape
Unmarked and quivering cold with the day
Drifting by obstacles in their own way
A languorous wavering beast
Complicit now in its pace
Tortured by tongues with nothing to say
Halting and starting and mired by clay
A languorous wavering beast
Fractured out into fate
Plastic horizon beneath a dull gray
Trudging waist deep from out frozen bay
A languorous wavering beast
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2. |
hast thou
03:46
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Closer to town with the headlamp low
Face the moon and wear its glow over light snow
White fists grip at the rubber wheel
Ice in the way and a past at my heel
Who goes there?
Giving it all up to roam
What is home?
How many roads have I known?
Breaking out of the bank
Turning to stars at the sight of the sky
Carried away from the wall
Stitching gaze of the compound eye
Smile in stone
Sly alone
Hours I used unknown
Drifting out for the way
Pushing past all the things unsaid
Looking forward for life
Throat of blood and a heart of lead
Thinking of harmony's time
Days in summer spent soaking in heat
Carrying me through the chill
Hands up hushing tall heads of wheat
Breathe deep
Sweetly light
Hope to find some home
Sleep my sweet
Lifted so
Give in full and
Let it go
Farther from town with the headlamp high
Turn into air and drift for the sky
Somebody calls but they're saying a name
Forgot who we are and forgot why we came
Who could have known?
Who could have gone for so long in the snow?
What is home?
How many roads will I know?
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3. |
I got snow
06:13
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Piled up in signs makes you pretty slight
All these other lines narrow straight to night
I help it all~ relate to this device
Sorrow in softness~ up all quaint and nice
Come on kind and light with quarrels up my sleeve
Heavy with the glow and light with weave
I followed you home
By your footprints
I wanted the warmth
I wanted the warmth
I got the snow
I got the snow
Driven to delight in wafer ticks of time
Blame it on the wind when it's a fault of mine
I help it all~ relate to this device
Sorrow in softness~ up all quaint and nice
Pieces stacked in glue to hold that broken scene
Heavy with the woe and light with gleam
Follow the footprints
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A quarter floored and begging for more
A marginal score of a part of four
The lore is true: We had a vision for you
But pore by pore you fell through
Spiraling up through a crack in the crust
Missed what we don't, Broke what we must
Hollow for following fortune's disguise
Nettles behind the teeth and lust in the eyes
A warmer day than we prayed for
Snatched by vines
Wrapped in time
Heavy with weights you had claimed yours
Under peaks
Heaven speaks
Pressing up like a mountain in dust
Kissed what we won't, tucked what we'd lust
Sorrows tomorrow to crack up our lies
Roses behind the teeth and love in the eyes
Cry for us true: We had a mission for you
But more and more you fell through
Hold tight and close your eyes
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5. |
cold inside
05:10
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Comfort in time and in copious mind
Come for me with climbing wires combined
I was in fall and then I fell from it all
Come for me with widened eyes
Breaking out of law
I long to go
Scraping off the thaw
I long to go
All of this time that I had made it inclined
Come for me with wild scrying signs
Behind the disguise there is another to find
Come for me with widened eyes
Take another step, bold
I took it in stride
Bundled up against cold
I kept my cold inside
Part of the white becoming part of my sight
Come for me with ivory refined
I'd opened to night but then it came in too bright
Come for me with widened eyes
Breaking out of law
I long to go
Scraping off the thaw
I long to go
I kept my cold inside (repeat)
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6. |
all nice and nothing
04:02
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Taking a drive, letting the wheels slide
How to cause a climb or effect a final line
Lately I've come unfocused, filtered through a fisheye
But as we collide, the clearer it comes to a sign
My home is open wide
Belly-up with my neck to the light
Now I come up crying
Too proud of old Saturday nights
In my cold arms there's birds alive
In my warm art there's worse to drive
Now I've been timing out loose
Tracking mud through this self abuse
All nice and nothing falls
Wasting my time, letting the wheels slide
How to change a clime or affect as alkaline
Lately I've been in motion, muxing through a mire
But as we retire, the wire it winds to a sign
All nice and nothing
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7. |
my long fate
04:45
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One crows the waiting
Two comes to shame
Flickers and fading
All flake falls to plane
Glisten is swirling
Compact to the ground
With winds to envelope
A crest covered sound
A moment comes amid footprints
Crackles of ice through the dust
I'm speaking but never quite knowing
A body commited to rust
Falling away at the break
With catches that sever awry
Faintly it's felt through the wake
With fingers to fold in goodbye
Face like gold but more longing to stay
Watch it melt away
Following through on a wandering line
Building up against cohorts of crimes
Woke in weather that heathens belied
Took survival with works that all called from inside
The chains of unsavory take their turns at a wasting away
The blame withers up on the belfry before there is tolling to pay
Once crows the waiting
Twice comes to shame
Arrive in a coffin too light to flame
First is the weather
The second is thaw
Give up sensation and fall to the saw
Upon the glass
Glittering long with expanse
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plain as any black
06:11
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Heft the magnifier
Lift it to the cloud
Break the metal ring that
Fastens to the shroud
Let the living pass and
Filter through the lens
Spike the center spoke through
Set to spin again
Fire set through with white
Ice cold through to bone
Slack-attracted grasping
Slithers home to home
Masters of the martyrs
Symbol of the crash
If it ever lasts
It will never be back
The way they meant it to be
We'll all come home to see
Hung on terrible trials
Hunger satisfied
Sum of every mile
Something in it died
Wide open to trace
Comfort out on a lure
Formless is the face
Passive and sure
Round and round the beast
Who'd say the least?
Raise the stolen season
Dripping from the fog
Complication's measure
Toothy with the cog
Any road to head off
Stake no measured pace
Match a dull vibration's
Part in every space
Phase matched through with sine
Slice it mu with time
Feel can always find Ex-
-pressions in the grime
Lifted through the lens as
Plain as any black
If it ever lasts
It will never be back
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