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Planets move and brows are smoothed
and night leaks from the sky
Spiders glance and moth wings’ dance, dew leaves begin to dry
Rise up, fall down above clock faces' rigid regime
Marking your graceful glide, units of sixty degrees
One thousand planets shake
One million atoms break
You outpace the wind, all other terrors will bend
Unrelenting as the sea
But will you find me, O Star from the East?
O Glowing Hunter, O Lover of Beasts...
Rend the skin and bend the bones
dust rusted webs and fray
Light, breathe through the ladder rungs of this brittled frame
I’m rendered by shapes and a shadow that's softer than snow
undone, immobilized, only one life left to go
Handshakes that obligate
I'm mute till it's too late
I'm felled by the breeze that gently kisses the trees
So kill me, O Lion, mend me, O Lamb
Purge me, submerge me, oh destroy the dam
One thousand planets shake
One million atoms break
You outpace the wind, all other terrors will bend
Unrelenting as the sea
But will you find me, O Star from the East?
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Eye blinks
Stone sinks
Doors shut
Tongues stutter
You look like you are a bit cold, dear
You are cold here
Etching sticks click ice brick thick such
Ledgers keep while fountains sleep
Scores are frozen, sides are chosen
Lattice frostwork, woven hauberk,
Foxes close cold tails to nose
You look like you are a bit cold, dear
You’re still cold here
Fingers felt and snow banks melt
Crimes acquit by fires lit
Lockstep precepts’ resolve dissolves
Ledgers broken, fountains woken
Foxtails flash red through the wooded bed
You look like you want to be warmer
Eye blinks
Tree drinks
Walls end
Breeze bends
Fleeter feet new ground entreats,
“Warmer, you’ll be warm here”
You look like you are becoming warmer
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We're Not Dead Yet
08:06
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Cradling the careful egg
the damaged head
the bruised bed
Gently press the rippled brick
the quivering drip
the halting lips
Hold the cloud, hold the sand, hold her fingers in your hand
Drink the brine, trace her spine, take the bread
Take the wine
Time between the in and out
whispers and shouts
the faithful doubts
Empties down the rusty grate
evaporates
too much too late
Hold the cloud, hold the sand, hold her fingers in your hand
Drink the brine, trace her spine, take the bread
Take the wine
To the one-winged sparrow, to the bone without marrow
You whistleless kettle, you field choked with nettles
To the mute allegorist, to the stump in the forest
O bow without arrows, O window too narrow
Your time will come, your time will come
Needle pins will split the skin
will enter in
will drain the sin
Time between the in and out
whispers and shouts
a shoot will sprout
Counting breaths, hedging bets, broken bones must be reset
Fill these lungs, songs be sung of battles waged
and battles won
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A Better TelescopE
03:47
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A leaf is a world and its flag is unfurled,
and an ocean is dropped from the sky.
Splintered suns play inside watery walls,
with the pitch and the shift of a pearl.
I'm trolling the trill of the tiniest sounds,
while six-legged citizens bustle and build.
Dip oars in the dirt, create eddies of earth,
sail past skyscrapers under the ground.
O but Pattern maker, Pattern breaker,
you've gotta grip, you've gotta grip around my heart.
For you, I need a better microscope,
O you, you are off the charts.
My instruments break, my readings won't take
I want to be with you.
My eye skirts and rims the vault's colorless lid,
and spinning larks sing and fling light at the sky.
I race and I reach for the whirling whipped wake,
the trail of a star’s peel and skid.
Pattern maker, Pattern breaker,
you've gotta grip, you've gotta grip around my heart.
For you, I need a better telescope.
O you, you are off the charts.
My instruments break, my readings won't take
I want to be with you. I want to be with you.
For you, I need a better calculus,
With you, the math no longer works.
My equations are drained, a picture-less frame,
You’re terror, you’re grace, you are rest, you’re the chase,
you're the notes on my page, the wild with no cage.
I want to be with you.
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Gently break
Gently break the smooth skin
of a swollen note’s head
Tender night’s yolk spills across the paper peaks
(And the music gets everywhere)
Lay my head on a pillow of sea
Slipping under the skin
(Diving deeper, striving steeper, dive, dive)
Whales are watching me breathe
You turn my head to see that bolder place
What was I before fire spoke my name?
(Naked you’ll go)
It is laying me waste
Seared by the heart of a star, my eyes have died
I feel the dust of the moon beneath my feet
Tell me the name of this color that I see.
(You’re falling through
You’re falling through the sky
The trees have moved
The trees have moved to catch you
And when you reach the ground I will tell you the name of this color that you see.
You’re falling fast
So very quickly, fall
Rest
Fall)
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Peel past the starry scrim to find
Peel past the starry scrim to find, to find me
Dig down, a righter rain will fall
inside me
Reach round the drowsy din and cut a key
Please find me, unwind me
Peel past the starry scrim to find
Peel past the starry scrim to find, to find me, to find me.
Under the skin, the sea, the sound
O Lover of Beasts, O Star from the East,
Will all things soon be found?
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I'd Like To Be Like You
09:16
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I'd like to be like you
who take tea with lions winged and angels of fire
You who spin the stars, cradling the hills, waking whales beneath the sea,
you who walk the wind
I'd like to be like you
measuring the distance from one hair to the next
Gathering your clouds, the rainy diamonds fall, plumb lines dropped to calculate
the center of the earth
I'd like to be like you
Wind inside the sail
I'd like to be like you
Respite from the gale
I'd like to be like the sun that gilds the sea,
The dead bolt turning key
The pardoned prisoner's plea
I'd like to be like you
Wind inside the sail
I'd like to be like you
Respite from the gale
I'd like to be like the sun that gilds the sea,
The dead bolt turning key
The pardoned prisoner's plea
I'd like to be like you
speaking skies, birds black with downy wing cleave the air
Whistling for the morn, your whisper shakes the earth
The same that balms the reedy bruise, and woos the weary wick,
It's you who spins the stars, who wakes the whales beneath the sea,
it’s you who walks the wind
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