1. |
On Track
04:14
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Get on the track
Forget the wind on your back
It numbs your face and your neck
if you keep the windows cracked
Open an eye
It waters so simulate crying
A smile cracks as you lean back,
convinced that you are not dying
Interroceptive dare
Take it on as proof of how much you care
Dry heave into open air
Learn to forget like you are in your seventh year
I have been trying harder than I've tried since being alive,
but good things imagined might just be fashioned from passing phantoms, like beliefs of a child
A scrape that bleeds,
exposed to air as it heals
Ignore the sting as you run around a row of deck chairs
Let's have some fun with our suffering for once
Pick at the scab, blood rich and read in the sun
Look at that sun
Eyelids resisting the one that sends a pulse that commands
and has not visor hands
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2. |
Incarnation
03:35
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Tiptoe through sightlines of strangers
Keep your head down waiting,
chin to chest so you can hide
In your head you were born in a manger
Fancy yourself a savior
All the while been biding time
(Grand delusions take a while)
until the moment you toss off your shroud and
emerge from that mire
Gift to the cosmos enter with fire,
Turin cloth etched by your light:
A festering complex exposed to the night
Calm down
See yourself in the big crowd
Memorize the faces so that the lines around their eyes
become acrostics in your mind
Recede slowly into the warm nothing,
populate it with time
Quietly whisper honest-to-God "why"'s
All the light you borrowed shines
from all of the faces that wouldn't make eyes
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3. |
Holiday
02:57
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Chalk your mood up to a lack of omega-3's and vitamin D
and sitting around
Maybe somewhere south of here treating rose-red skin with aloe V
you'd find some type of peace
Choose a spot to land
Try to outpace the thoughts you left back there
Worlds collapse inside of your molten skin
Swaying walls of bricks fell to cave you in
And here, you find that shadows are bound to feet
and you're out of ideas
There are white sand rings of hell around the diamond Keys,
trees on the breeze
Your eyes closed and yet still filled with blue phosphenes,
retinal dreams,
and you are wilting
And you still can recall, from the hotel window,
the shimmering blue of the hotel pool,
heads of children, bodies swallowed whole,
twenty five yards from the Atlantic's brim,
and you catch yourself thinking that maybe it did
make for a safer swim
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4. |
Spit Shine
02:59
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Trying to change this habit of flight
Discover ways to retain this Light
On brittle precipices gain eyes
Minding my feet to spot fracture sights
Can't help but notice I'm wandering,
I'm wasting all my time,
seeking assurances that live inside,
still somehow hard to find
Somehow hard to find
How long can ideas keep their shine?
Arms shaking holding my staff this high
And if at some point I out it down,
I wonder off you'll still be around
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5. |
Collection
02:11
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Ideas I've collected expire
Embossed thoughts flatten out in time
Fingers run over leather that turned to stone,
swiping dust off of every dead God's lost tome
Buried things that felt right
Found deep in the pile
Smeared, but it's alright
Squinting in low light
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6. |
The Pit
03:50
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Sink to the pit
Try to understand it as you turn on your spit
Try to break from your head using nothing but it
Atrophied tongue
Words hang somewhere above,
past the infernal rings,
past the crumbling walls where the sun touches skin
and the bird still sings,
atlas sphere does spin
You're still looking in
Through windows and bars and you're sick in your heart
Wake up your limbs
Find someplace deciduous
Before the sun chases the mist
Where the living things don't ask you for anything
Be perfect nothing,
blankness folded in
With your shrunken frame,
slip through the bars once you forget your name
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7. |
Who Told You
03:13
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Trepidation makes its stand,
shaking like a branch
When you could go anywhere,
choose to hole up with your parents
What if you were dared?
Who told you to care?
Who told you that you have to understand?
Wild horses run on streaks across the land
and your mind's filled up with all kinds of muck
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8. |
Brother
04:13
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There is a dark orb circling this room
We spit our fire in turn
If I told you I try would you believe that I do?
I know I've been failing you
I've been having this dream where you trip,
your belongings scattering
Chest filled to the brim, eyes welling,
desperate to protect your skin
Then I drift back into a fitful sleep,
dark purple glitter-spangled semi-dream
When we're alone in the room I listen to you breathe
My head fills with memories
Even when it gets cold you like the sound of AC
I don't mind if it helps you sleep
I've been having this dream where you trip,
your belongings scattering
Chest filled to the brim, eyes welling,
desperate to protect your skin
Then I drift back into a fitful sleep,
dark purple glitter-spangled semi-dream
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9. |
Gone Away
02:43
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There's a tall fire behind you,
your back blood-red in its light
All the ground stretching before you
to the horizon alight
All but where your shadow's cast:
obsidian, tall, hollow you
miming a sprint as if to mock
To your echo say,
"Please don't go away"
Soon you'll be laying down on him,
points of contact infinite
Watch the semi-sphere expanding,
about-face into the night
Break the plane with your big toe,
trace its progress to your neck
Every thought you ever had finds its repose,
and you have gone away
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10. |
Arc
01:13
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Can a bright soul return to the place it once was?
Before the friendships drowned, before it came undone,
and sent it side-winding under rocks and mud?
Remember the faces and all the places where complications weren't
Walking through the city, sun in our eyes and swinging a low winter's arc
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