1. |
Ribbons
03:54
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Underneath the falls the water came in rushes.
Platinum ribbons draped onto shoulders would cool our heads and turn our bodies into shining metal.
Inside the foundry you were everything.
In the peaks of the greenhouse a row of mirrors greet the sun, its painted skies pour through the glass frosting the edges with Carbon Dioxide. Look for me in the strangest places, I’ve been keeping still in hibernation wrapped up in my poison leaves.
I stayed hidden ‘til the day you came and found me, caught dizzy inside the daylight.
I was nothing ‘til you pulled your arms around me, you didn’t see it that way,
temple to temple, lost in the pattern of rain coming down, fragrant and empty.
I was sleeping,
Healing,
Sleeping,
Healing,
Sleeping,
Healing,
Sleeping,
Healing,
Sleeping,
Healing,
Sleeping,
Healing.
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2. |
Camellia Sinensis
06:09
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Pressed into pages, Camellia Sinensis holds still.
Let out the light,
let’s get adjusted to these dormant days,
let’s keep quiet as anger fills into our necks and is given a face,
when we relearn familiar phrases.
I feel no different than I did on the day,
we first waved goodbye for the last time.
I had a vision we were standing on some faraway lake,
staring a thousand miles away,
when it occurred that we weren’t strangers.
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3. |
Indigo Armor
03:00
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I pawed through your town like a bear cub,
clawing its nails into sand.
Defeated in evenings, caught drinking.
There’s nothing to do but to wait for the future around here.
I was burning to feel an importance when you were flickering.
Four stages and graces came calling out for a redo,
“And having a real, hard go of things:
Can make sages of us,
Patch the hole in the ceiling,
Repair bone from dust”,
Spoken light on the window fogs up.
I called your old phone just to hear you,
Shuttling your missed calls to a mailbox all full.
Held safe inside indigo armor now, I know.
I’ll never get to you through those dial-tones:
Leading beyond the turnstile,
I’d swear on anything I heard you.
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4. |
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So convinced,
and trying anything I could to stop you,
from haunting me,
I would whisper incantations,
mantras,
waving to the strangers.
Catching me in transformation,
reversing the poison,
chrysalis like bolts of fabric covering me.
Laid frozen like a frightened child,
in groves of citrus dying.
We were picking flowers by their heads,
split root from neck,
beside the fountain in our dream.
Came pausing memories of our home,
in a past life,
but our house is a funny thing,
I feel the walls are softening.
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5. |
Regeneration
02:15
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I’m turning to stone,
and you’re starting to look unlike you.
I used to like the way you talked to me,
I used to like the way you wouldn’t stare into me.
You’d let me heal.
Regeneration isn’t what I’m feeling.
Took another deviation,
when that spliff put in rotation finally came my way.
Knocked out the moon in a drag,
you were tearing to tissue paper,
when you let me heal.
Regeneration isn’t what I’m feeling.
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6. |
Farewell Cup
04:27
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I’m drinking the farewell cup and stopping time.
Blinks upon the river, opened arms tonight.
find me like a mirage granted form,
scattered visions converged to a point in the water,
calling overboard:
“return to me”
I’m drinking the farewell cup and bringing me,
closer to the boundary that’s been kept from me,
all this time.
Like a charm slipped from chain,
I’d fall from those links,
in an instant prepared to be anything now,
if you’d return to me.
I’m drinking the farewell cup finally,
the voice inside a lifetime leaked out faithfully:
“Take me”.
Here, in the presence of it all,
lying under your five-colored cloud,
would you climb your way back down
and take me?
Hold me,
return to me.
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7. |
Evening Has Broken
03:17
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Evening has broken.
Summer’s died in your arms,
grab the wrist, feel a pulse,
lowering as you draw in close.
Evening has broken.
but you look the same,
they say you can’t remember a goddamned thing.
but I saw looking at me,
something that I knew.
They said you’d made your exit,
but that couldn’t be true.
Evening has broken.
Still, I acted surprised,
when the daylight eased away,
the call came in on the millionaire’s balcony,
and such a rush would crush those temples,
eyes drained white to petrified gray.
Evening has broken.
There wasn’t much left to give,
but I kept my light on,
I held my door ajar,
just to keep a place for you,
if you made your way to the back porch.
In a pose like a sentry.
Some stone-eyed gargoyle,
I stood in the threshold,
and I stood between worlds,
when evening has broken.
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8. |
Chorus Of Birds
04:03
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I liked to travel at night,
to get a better look around.
I would stretch out my wings,
and I’d speak through the dark, murky clouds,
were you listening?
Listening for me,
as I’ve listened for you.
I used to dream at night,
to get a better understanding of what it might feel like,
to have real love hold onto me again.
Before I wake.
Before I wake.
You called out to me like a chorus of birds,
led me back to the end of the street, at the start of the world,
stood a tall, empty house with no memory.
Do you remember me?
Remember me?
Do you remember me at all?
Snuck on inside through a baseball-sized opening,
splinters of glass lined the sill and the carpeting,
mold and debris as something was shuffling toward me.
Saying:
“Why?”
“Why?’
“Why have you come for me?”
“I was sleeping,
healing,
and I wasn’t expecting company”.
You called out to me like a chorus of birds,
led me back to the end of the street, at the start of the world,
stood a tall, empty house with no memory.
Do you remember me?
Remember me?
Do you remember me at all?
I was sleeping,
healing,
and I wasn’t expecting company.
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