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under lock and tesseract
02:17
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under lock and tesseract
paltry sums and leavened bread
time is a construction of man
untethered to accumulated wealth
I trade in paltry sum for leavened bread
levity gave burned at the stake
time is such a fleeting thing
who the fuck deserves ownership?
I am paltry sums I am leavened bread
tessellating cyclical
time is not money at all
that aphorism undermines your worth
paltry sum paltry bread
hunger pangs, back again
time don’t heal a fuckin thing
gimme love gimme eternal spring
under lock and tesseract
overworked no parapet
boss is the office again
his time is money
yeah his time is his money
our time is his money
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2. |
loose diadems
03:04
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hold up the lamp
I’ve seen such grace
go forth toward it
cast out a net
if motion is aether then so is a song
i’m tougher to pin down if I hum along
writhe
bury me bare before I air my misgivings
after I died the whole world kept on living
a plaintive sigh
go taciturn
arch your back until it doesn’t hurt
the forlorn form
enunciates
mandalas holding diadems aloft
pulsing nerves
anxious blows
arch my back until it doesn’t hurt
the forlorn form
eradicates
mandalas holding diadems aloft
my vision, do you remember it the way it was before?
is there anguish rapping at your door?
I have grown taciturn, I am a forlorn form
i’ve arched my back so many times that now i always hurt
writhe to keep the waves of guilt at bay
writhe
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pontiacs & conifers (i)
02:02
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amidst pontiacs & conifers,
forgot the language used to call.
feel reduced to soot again,
and stumble down the hall.
amidst pontiacs & conifers,
is that creek still frozen over?
what are you keeping in the water there?
a truth that never thaws?
an old photo hangs on a new wall
(fold my hands)
i’m triumphant in my ventricles,
parsing old thrust of vowels,
Its constant; I’m paranoid
lusting the void-
(all-consuming/banish the woe/you only love me in my manic state)
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4. |
pontiacs & conifers (ii)
01:43
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who surveys the rocks that gather in the creek?
who loosens them?
who owns the levy, the toil, and the leaves
blown from far-off trees?
do we have to give this role to the state?
It’s the same aftermath, that will never change:
fake gold,
feigned hope
same holes,
new place
do we have to give this role to the state?
it’s the same aftermath, that will never change
there’s profit couched in compassion
workers’ wage stays the same
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5. |
inherited wealth
03:57
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surely I could coax a globe
to the fulcrum of my brow,
refracted light through my eyes
finds a smile in a scowl.
but what of the Hell-
that tugs at my tendons concerned of only itself?
and what of the house-
supposing that’s something I should be concerned about?
age of promise
age of willful indiscretion
age of relics
age of tombs stood proud of their toil
I’m still brandishing disdain,
still shooing at the thought of old haunts.
for every recollection
there’s always an interaction with your ghost.
(I know its a fool’s errand,
redecorating the room.
I know its a fool’s errand,
redecorating the space.)
all I saw was the blood on the stairs.
the shards of glass in the yard didn’t arrive from a leisurely walk.
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the old guard are forming factions and leveraging them
new blood to line their coffers, gilded as planned
their halls lined with lighted sconces, otherwise dark
i see your scotch-brite and raise you peat moss, the color of dirt
augment the reins to offset the power concentrated in glistening palms
augment the reins to undermine the weight of a few fronds
augment the reins to offset the power concentrated in glistening palms
augment the reins to emulate the shape of a hammer
you stand up for some beguiling causes
its easier yet to let the steam collect around your tired head
than face them forthright, besides it was futile the last time you tried.
it ebbs and it flows, your cistern of will and never shares where it goes.
with plodding empaths, I resign to pilfer whatever joy I can find
you stand up for some beguiling causes
let em mix potions & pills
you stand up for some beguiling causes
watched as they erode the hills
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wait,
an impermanence seeps through
the incessant trill of time-lapsed—
is the key homogeny;
to making the world spin
so fast it seems to stay in one place?
focus on words and less what they say
fall back upon those old hymns you sang
think of the mold and less of the clay
think of the words and less what they mean
fall back upon those old hymns you sing
(one pulse coursing as a collective heartbeat)
they’re gonna sell you short
they’re gonna laugh it off-
fire missiles at haystacks
to weed out proverbial needles
paint pictures of pastures
as you stew in contempt
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9. |
dancing, again
04:34
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ripe is the guilt as night unfurls
a subtext that I misconstrued
steady the hilt of the knife you hold
you balk and you jeer, you prod and goad
excise the faults from within
again and again and again
excise the body limb from limb
again and again and again
no need to cover your eyes
i’m pulling the skin back over the bone
and dancing again
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