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Gorm the Old
11:26
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The past is burning down.
Any you’ve not seen it out.
When all I lost was clear
So long and grinning through its ears
I’ve turned a mountain soul
So far from an ancient home
A thread of the harbor stairs
I still sense the taste of salt in air
A low grace for blanching bones
I know all hope is lived alone
We’re doomed to relive to our fights
Reborn though I can’t make it right
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2. |
Neck
08:15
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This one’s in sediment
Where I woke intransigent
A focus for a moment on the sense I forgot
What makes a harbinger?
I see myself in her
Among the screeds of mordant feelings I learned a song
She wants a Pentecost
And I tumbled overwrought
Until her shroud pulled over me; dug in too far
Subsume each episode
Her eyes are centered low
I wish I’d knew what I had felt before when we were one
How do you sleep?
You’re just falling away
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3. |
The Anchorite
11:16
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Now you walked a gait through the board-ups and the panes
In this place you were resplendent laying half-witted and grey
You were chewing up a time a lonely light on in your mind
Through it dirt still breaks beneath your feet through it all instincts align
I know you clothed yourself in means I know your voice put it to peace
But you were sinking like a sailor in the coldest darkest sea
And to the long-awaited life like bellwether or kite
I’m a church without an anchor I’m a firm decisive dive
Now you are a foehn rolling over an expanse
I see the air fill up with depth now I feel the force press in my neck
Then and now I can recall the other times you were before
But then couldn’t seem to place it I didn’t feel like I belonged
So once I took the path through the wood up in the drafts
And I buried this in words so I could never take it back
With each evening choosing sides I am dressed in this attire
I keep the doors all resting open I’ll be waiting here on fire
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4. |
It Took Some Time
10:34
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Could you imagine a will a rising sea fulfilled overwhelming and true in advent?
The hours pushing against the anguish of intent in little homes we all build our portent
And can you ever be sure? We feast and then we’re scoured for the one line that’s stretched into four
But you would harken to me and lay out your conceit you would live and disperse a belief
Where and when will it end? On his footsteps you ascend or when the water dries up in the sand?
And are you docile in it? Is your heart still sinking in? Do you feel like its all down to chance?
You’re a new block of stone pale skin and willowed bones shall you suffer forever alone?
But I’m a child I said never initiate I am drowned like the wind in the air
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5. |
Pallas
07:56
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Once when I was younger I saw you through your eyes
Our movements deranged falling in this way
Like pressing your thumb on the scale like ruling a world
Distending it in sleep I’m wrapped around you still
And through it all you seem to feel this time’s been replaced
By the pins beneath your feet your voice when you’re betrayed
A tidal pool a brackish salt is your only draught
I’m here for you now I’ll listen to your fears you thought:
I want to be alone with you
I’m welling up and stagnant I am spooling a thread
A single fraying line that’s pulling you back in
On from the firsts and lasts a subtle mood you passed on
And tied around your knees corporeal and green
And I need you more than you can keep this presence away
In evening we’d concede we’re one and the same
Traversing knots and passageways felt deep in the earth
The quiet go this way forever inert
I want to be alone with you
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6. |
Diurnal Faiths
08:00
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Here I’m set alight
Aloft in hurt and sold
And though I spent this time away I’m boundless churning coal
My memory’s a forge
A servant turning down
An excess of regret and staid it lingers on and out
Imbue all your fears
Trim and break the rope
In truth it’s all a vanity to the dimming of a globe
The moon might realign
The current pulling high
Up to our own diurnal faiths you’re sleeping in the shrine
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7. |
The Logothete
06:01
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The mark of this humidity is sinking through a curve
The mornings gone and past and then returned
And are you running out? I’m forever sunning down
Past rows of all the hidden wells we’ve crowned
Your bearings drift away
And all that’s left is cyclical
No one can take the place
So sharp and then unmoving I can barely read the leaves
Are you diving through the forest or the trees?
But as the day is long your soldier marches on
The way you’re racking your own mind you won’t be far
Your bearings drift away
And all that’s left is cyclical
No one can take the place
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8. |
Insurance
11:18
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Long before you turned this wait against the world you’d see replaced
Where moments capture photographed a bracing effervescent rest
And you can’t live four letter words
You can’t forgive who you think you are when you’re unsure
And though you move recited paths through hollows of the day in fact
Your opiate is on the way you sleep as though you were a saint
So turn yourself insured
You must believe in it more or less when you’re alone
All alone
You see each old man’s withered glow in every derelicted home
It’s there again again for you your kindred words your point of view
A lateness of your own
The curve of the earth is a weight your back the bludgeoning stone
Here and now and nothing else a wait so long a willing spouse
The impulse that you’re falling here beneath the faint religious zeal
But there’s more than you know
There’s yet time left to wait ahead when you’re alone
All alone
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