1. |
Blur
02:53
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Capacity opaque
hide under rocks
of untamed silence
unkempt and violent
and gasping for air
Lying low, plain to see
field on fire, scatter seeds
even when you show me red
I still cannot see it spread
It’s need it
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2. |
Creator
04:07
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Something that I think about daily is the end times,
is this really worth the time it takes
to break it down
I, maker, I, creator,
shatter reality
broken down glass bottle on the sidewalk
like waking up from the cusp of our dream
hope as reality.
Reality was.
I thought I was lucid and patient to have
the good and bad, I embraced dichotomy
I left myself for dream which is always changing
time as in always breaking down
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3. |
Nouns
05:19
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We stayed like leaves on an autumn tree
I illuminate myself with immensity
the velvet in the gaze bright
never to return my
Last I checked a sign of life was given by a mortified old set of rules
and keeping up with what protrudes protuberates within the tubes
of what we call our measly flesh.
You cannot pry, you cannot rest.
You sleep inside, outside you test.
Theoretical solitudeness.
You put it down, you’re looking up,
you start to frown, the plot is missing nouns.
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4. |
Debounce
03:48
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In the sea of falling treachers
greeted by the borders of the earth.
No one knows my name.
No name does the same.
Sleeping tight, the borders of the earth.
Heading to the east, take an hour away,
take a walk to the sound, the bay.
Possibly I see across the other side
a tide breaking like your smile.
Ignoring the stars for the sake of the sea,
get lost and count to three.
People follow a map for the sake of the road.
Get found, well I told you so.
Citronella candle burning through the night,
morning drizzle will cut the light
In the messy shape of the clouded sun
hydrogen two oxygen
Limping sea, roll out your stretchers.
Recombine the borders of the earth.
No trace of their name
nor their claim to fame.
Sinking lines, the borders of the earth.
Five court ladies danced in sink
to the frogs’ flutes and drums.
Tigers pounce, your life debounced,
kings go out without their crowns.
Whirlwind of recycled foil,
paper rolled into a coil.
Bridal gown, maternal frown,
debounce glory, boil and drown.
In the sea.
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I cannot say
Same as you refuse to paw down
Ferment and lay
Silent conditions
The scratch of cat without a prey
Loaf of bread
Stale in the window
Where suns pray
Disparate legions
We resist to stay
Erected and plain
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6. |
William
05:52
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Jailed by life in straight lines
and picturing tangential ways back home.
Morning seems intangible,
I only get to see it when I’m on my way to feel good,
to feel alright,
to come to terms with things I couldn’t understand
until I didn’t need them anymore.
Take the floor
Vicious ring of always,
forgive me for ignoring your return.
I think I know what’s good for me
and I know for a fact that I just don’t know how to be good,
to be content
with forks in roads and Y’s all splitting to the end
like dead hair.
Parking garage stairs.
I can’t prepare.
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7. |
V
02:21
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Lost life
Looking for the lost time
Losing on the front line
Never get to be content
Mazelike
Covered up like state lines
Reeling in the bait line
Right until the very end
And the people
That we talk to
Never get to
Be content
How could someone,
How could they possibly
How could they ever
Be content
How could someone,
How could they possibly
How could they ever
Be made to content
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