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church fathers stirred an ardent song
cast down and bloated arm to alm
true anguished lore, ascetic pride
eternal path, blind leading blind
i've got this feeling no one's right
ill words are the ionizing light
dig deep your seminary shrine
anchor what little you know
i've got this feeling no one's right
nothing you will is all aligned
big ship in the soul of every thrall
decant your blood and toil
upstaged by where you wished to be
just spit in mouth when urged to feed
weak lungs are stifled open sores
encoded, furtive, semaphore
i've got this feeling no one's right
ill words are the ionizing light
dig deep your seminary shrine
anchor what little you know
i've got this feeling no one cares
all mist and mirrors and blank stares
why breathe when you can drink the sea
why be anything other
this one's for those that'd rather be
tied down, corroded, and obscene
if all desires here are dreams
where would we be without you
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Thirteen Years
05:32
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thirteen and wading through the mire
i wouldn't give a thought to anyone
it's like an endless waking dream
washed up on distant shores and onerous
give me a cave for any doubt
give me a trenchfoot get me underground
a nurse for unrelenting fear
dim fists and deep release we cannot share
the one i want breaks stones again
she's singing wildly over everything
a toss into the ocean depth
a roar drowned out in flooding dissonance
the voice outside is no man at all
prevailing winds only a curtain call
we could elope or dig in deep
we could accede to what we thought we'd be
i woke from my slow rest to feel it all rushing away
a dismal home to weaving vines; an afterthought estate
i felt, i said, i'd never lose this whole
beneath the ancient god of small details i'll soon be a part for sure
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Michael Lachonodrachon
05:43
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the worst's ahead of us
i knew it from the dark cloth brewing dust
just like a fading pace
our turning's hard to comprehend this way
it's to palladium
long past traditions billed and spent too soon
so quiet all along
what's lost is beckoning to you anon
if i couldn't try i won't be alive again
i swear to god its ground to dust
this world is full; can't break an obstacle
your method's died; you're empty and blind
no one can walk alone
no one can see what no one knows
they learn a simple line
each path is weak and all too soon defined
with will to cross it out
high time to open up the cloth to us
an image in a place
no likeness and no empathy remain
if i couldn't try i won't be alive again
i swear to god its ground to dust
this world is full; can't break an obstacle
your method's died; you're empty and blind
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Dybbuk
05:26
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i was empty in the baited way your veiled embrace it carried me
spread arms like knotting tendrils clutching through the past and long
you pull me down in roiling dirt that desperate words emboss and cling to loss
i feared the deepest things i cried, consuming on the ides
delve deep in all the years of fault we spin and spin and fall inert
past empty sodden light you wouldn't recognize at all
it's half past even guilt to turn the deaf eared callous passenger
i'm holding tight to you; you feel everything i do
and you would wait on a barren resting lull
a little hollow in your soul where we bury you for all we owe
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Two Pariahs
10:29
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fill your depredations beneath years of idle sight
laid out on worn in floorboards your form bleeds into mine
you were there then with me building walls and keeping in
now basking in it full i've found we've caught ourselves again
close every open window; board every glancing light
bend your lissome figure be an aesthete or confide
that'd i'd share every lesson learned and skin and sweating lapse
a mute veneer, a bacchanal beneath an airless draft
here i walk alone in dark lit halls on through my sleep
you were a breathless anchored astrolabe divining at the seems
and though i turn and roil in faith my heart could not give weight
you were with me through the poison drink and obscured in the hate
speak in tongues my secret life be foreign in your nerve
rest your hand too firm in mine and sink into the fold
lean into uncertain ardor cultivate for me
a bond i couldn't muster; longing i couldn't wean
years later in yerevan two kin laden souls would open up
a well of hurt and demure clinging postures in between
a capstone laden resonance cascades all through their world
a hidden voice that's boiling water waiting for a stone to turn
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Remand
05:49
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didn't need much to go on this time
first word of it through opened eyes
under moon there's enmity beneath
abscond with artifice to streets
were you sleeping where the list was made
did you pin your ears and fade away
its a night of torch lit arms for them
no sanctuary safe within
big headwinds force you to decide
a window with a view outside
no future for the strawman's serf
ballast against the withered earth
could this be it for our dalliance
in alleyways like labyrinths
plunge your foot into the new abyss
turn inward from the desperate
you tunnel up and to the mark
topsoil breaking round your heart
a married fist thrust in the air
a pregnant wish that you've prepared
much later on i saw a ghost
i couldn't know i didn't know
how rationing will make you whole
the fevered weight you bear alone
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7. |
Coffee in Huesca
08:54
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for a momentary lapse forever catalan i'd bent
like a cigarette fed native lot like foothill picket fence
were we free from anyone or prisoners to the path
the bit we'd carried up to breath is lost out in the grass
red and brown, not black and brown no comfort in the means
a telescope unreachable a blank exigency
there's nothing like a reckoning for punching above your weight
in a vacant church a subversive finds a room that's never late
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Wyrm
05:15
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i bet you didn't feel it when your chest was caving in
where an epigraph kept all you ever were
there's no hunger in the wage; just motion
coiling itself in limbless patient folds
from a thousand nightly spins all engraving it again
your love lost living messenger hangs on
you wouldn't walk away, not from anything
to seed the end of whatever displaced
on numbered days you feed the wyrm
hysterical and unchastened
in heavy air you feed the wyrm
passive in the rune singing
on numbered days you feed the wyrm
hysterical and unchastened
in heavy air you feed the wyrm
bloodied from the bones breaking
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Sentient Marble
12:03
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i'd conceived of nothing less
than ships approaching in evening hours
where others come from long abroad
i wait for days and eager musing
on the gains of persistence
strength of ideals and iterate
we take apart the wealth of time
piercing in the way it catches up
you bring to bear an avalanche
from marmara to anyone
who feels the rust in foundations
built around us weighing down
on posterns that conceal
the works in silence and never knowing
the cost to which we give over
an avalanche for little things
that christen all of our voyage homes
life seems to feel elusive on its own
wait for the day it carries you
to face the thing you wouldn't want to lose
an obelisk to something small
austere shadow casts another
image from the litanies
heritage we're lost reclaiming
and beyond that the taurus crests
over long lost evidence
that we are not to pass along
heavy as bulwark and tranquil
though we pray for the delusion's ending blow
the tower of mice is on its way down
go to where all our forebears were
safe inside the world that we once knew
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10. |
Michael the Paphlagonian
03:57
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under the porphyry i swear i'd lost a sense of self
like bending through i knew i knew it seems nobody else
each prejudicial spin i take is manifested cold
the denouement though curtains draw leads true to where we'll go
i'm emptiest when feeling loaded
here i'll lie in wait
i sense as though its not enough through good i can afford
from dropsy swells cold sweat as well my heart an open sore
these things we do don't add up on a ledger or a dais
i'm tonsured now but that's not enough at least not in this life
i'm emptiest when feeling loaded
here i'll lie in wait
a single voice is searing over
i couldn't quell its hate
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