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Zebra Speak
07:29
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Paper is blank, movement is random, form erased
Hand of the artist stays invisible, the effect is realistic
(trapa sllaf eno woh gniwonk)
"an emanation of the desire to love and to be loved,
in the quest of the true human object, and in all the agony in its quest"
"to observe and respect its quiet and slow rhythm,
that is the discipline, to continue to sit"
Grayscale posture, no instruction
One of a pair, not identical
A single figure shows the connection
(ygrene suodnemert evah sthguoht tsrif eht)
"not only an experiment, but a part of the experiment it reports"
"the poem and the person writing the poem"
Nervous fingers cling to the foreground
No edge, almost emptiness
The obvious, the rash, the sudden become frozen
All these flowers in a hidden place, rooted
Human head
If my eyes open
When my eyes open
I'll feed you and me
One eye gone but still hungry
Follow this line
Tracing out the face that's on my mind
In blue and silver ice, hands hold the void
There's a vitality to this invisible object
Curling tendrils of smoke rise in the distance
The inside world creates the outside world
If my eyes open
When my eyes open
Scratch the wall and plead
Grind it down, lick it out fully
Follow this line
Salting the eye
Preservation, love of keeping time
Mummified
Follow this line
Tracing out the face that's on my mind
"Give the paper the colorful coleslaw on your consciousness,
finding a way to reach the rugged edge of thought"
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Cryptid
09:23
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"no matter how long, building in my dreams a ladder, canvas the worm?
how the gas runs, realizing how your own gaze has faltered"
a place in line, this is the ride, waiting for changes to be applied
to simplify the great divide, we're building a monument to compromise
its only virtue is its size
"underneath all that concrete, even your own history,
how the earth has stayed yielding and damp,
despite all the hardness you've poured into it"
"the tenderness of this weathered line,
still I can feel them, limbs from the family tree
clinging, after all these winters"
fade in, iron echo, building skeletons,
shoulder beams and girders
demand yet greater strength
head above chimneys
arching right and
the whole structure shakes with impatience
in the radiance of electric suns
there is a map it's the size of your life
pressing down on your shoulders from morning till night
map size of terrain from night until morning
join skin through sweating, get in mouth from yawning
world is so full, it's as full as an egg
this world is perfect, compressed like a spring
perfect world crushing much pleasure and pain
this world is perfect, it's got everything
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Warmtheningly
08:00
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come together
let us float
merry as tea leaves
hearts acquiver
in suspensions
buoyed by warm possibility
cloudy arms
reaching together
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the past, you remember the past
speedwalk to the staircase, and you look over your shoulder
and way back down the corridor, your enemy appears
right in time to notice which way you disappear
like a shadow always after you
one horizon back, it's always one horizon back
keep delaying facing it
what would happen if you stopped and let it overtake you?
commit to memory (turn into a memory)
become what you're afraid of (this is only getting harder)
keeps the threat of reaching you alive
a cloaked malevolent human form, is it me or is it you?
birds swimming keeping watch
one horizon past the point of no return
memory's not been good to you
like a reflex (in the lifetime of my parents)
like an impulse (or lifetime alone)
ingrained words come flying out too soon
tune into a memory, there's so many to choose from, like this one:
break the crust, cold water on eyelids glued shut
adult legs creak slowly towards meaning
dirt under the nails grows thicker, only to be scraped away
what's in your guts today?
the process is alive for days at a time
the trouble is the trouble stays with you, so stay with it
got a permanent feeling of being followed
through your basement-level archives
chased by your own past, your own shadow
ill-prepared, maybe unwilling to turn around
it's a fake shadow, false footprints, loud floorboards
creaking open all the time
ruined imprint, rough cough, roll over
tune in to a memory, channel-flipping through strings
spent the last two days in another world:
and it's morning, but the sun hasn't quite risen
you walk along the path
in the fog
by the pond
the end of the city
the pond is full of angry swans
and you've got bread
(your enemy is on the other side)
ah my old enemy here on the bridge, the bridge spanning the pond
here we stand and face each in combat
circle each other, hands clasped behind our backs,
stand up straight like gentlemen,
circling each other in a formal dance, one foot at a time
and our swords flutter rapidly in a brief flash
my blade right through my enemy's heart
like a chainsaw through the branch I'm sitting on
instantly I vanish, no chance to even feel surprised
the swans are looking on
the swans are impressed
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Gaden St
03:49
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little baby, up at night
there's trouble beneath that bed
this thing is nasty, mean, and quick
it likes to eat kids for fun
you'll try in vain, lay awake till dawn
but this thing knows your weakness
so scream and cry and come drink wine
learn how to live in this house
whatever else buried underneath foundation deep
suddenly beyond your reach
dig without answers or relief
this strange body
bearing tender divots of pain
circle each one like tree rings
hold that injury soft in your heart
with a tenderness you only grant your failures
every grace you thought you left
only keeps blossoming
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6. |
Infinity Now
14:34
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in the fields of the sun
silver water climbs through purple vines
where you drift sleeping
looking in the eyes of forever
see how the world looked the day you were born
come step into the water, look over there
late afternoon sun decaying on the same yellow field
temperature rises and falls as spirits breathe
take a step
bright blanketed sparks depart, chewing my artichoke heart askew
couldn't you wait? relate to feeling the snow melt away
in your mouth a couple of lights ignite
to refry my bits with a bite
through my tongue, a moment of fun
undone with one extra crispy pun
??? brown eyes melt away
nothing to say, everything to do
you scrape the nail, you bite the tooth
a meaningful thought is coming loose
you click the link, you eat the truth
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