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fly
05:16
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mini-mosquito skyline
city-distance is quinine
out of swarmed buzzing, gathering
songs of home, songs of traveling
i am traveling
i am traveling
are you dreaming it?
are you dreaming it?
are you dreaming––?
the car
starts
to glide
clouds of dust, billow my way
down this black desert highway
feel the magnetic rising
of a red sun horizon
i am traveling
i am traveling
are you dreaming it?
are you dreaming it?
are you dreaming––?
the car
starts
to fly
to fly
where am i?
mm, traveling
mm, traveling
mm, traveling
mm, traveling
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2. |
sinking dream
06:03
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i had a dream you were sinking
you drove into the mud
and you were going under, sinking deep
i had a dream
i had a dream the earth was drinking
your mother was there
not helping, only screaming at me
i had a dream
it would swallow you, it would swallow me too
it would swallow you, it would swallow me too
i had a dream it was your birthday
your cousin was there, unscared,
'cause she said she knew, at least,
that she was free
i had a dream i felt the earth shake
and half-capsized, at last,
you climbed up to me
then you were free
it would swallow you, it would swallow me too
it would swallow you, it would swallow me too
there is no good reason
for things to go right,
for things to go like they do in dreams
for things to be
i have a dark, dark feeling
it climbs in my spine,
it eyes me and i feel it breathe
and it has me
it would swallow you, it would swallow me too
it would swallow you, it would swallow me too
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3. |
memory ⊰ / solid ground
02:58
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oh, it was motion and time
yeah, i’m obsessed with that story
i’ll put you out of my mind
memory
memory
all those lights
just mesmerize
all your life
you’ve memorized
kicking and screaming
i will tie myself down
prick me if i’m dreaming
i will come back around
i will wander the earth
with my head out the clouds
i will wander the earth
i will be happy
on solid ground
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4. |
☉ (sun)
01:39
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i am going to a place near the sun
i am going to please everyone
i am going, and soon i’ll be gone
gone for the sun
gone for the sun
i am going to a place near the sun…
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5. |
birds
03:48
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no burrowing or worming can prevent the vagabonding robin thief
soon he’ll swoop to loot the swallow’s pride as he grits his rotten teeth
the blues in the croons of the jay
the regretful egret flying away
the pigeon is itching to test out his broken english
oriole, the oracle, she’ll guess how he’s going to finish
but now the change is happening
it’s foul and it’s strange and i’m the same
now the change is happening
it’s foul and it’s strange but i’m still the same
the words deferred, tied onto birds, and cast into the sky
or screaming out your meaning, not so easy to deny
don’t bother the augur, don’t ask her to divine or define…
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6. |
cassiopeia (+☾)
04:50
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i wonder if you ever
found the hieroglyphic zephyr
the little bird with curling feathers
that you drew when we were together
that i hid above the stove
that i hid above the stove
i was alone in your apartment
and it wasn’t what i wanted
you know those creaking steps are haunted
and i buckled to despondence
i went home, i went home
i went home, i went home
i realized when we parted
you had shown up just like a comet
and in the starry way it started
you hurtled back into a darkness
where i can’t go, i can’t go
where i can’t go, i can’t go
so if my bedroom were a spaceship
i’d go up there and try to change it
but my limbs and wings are weighted
i am an earthbound escapist
cassiopeia
cassiopeia
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7. |
apocrypha
06:30
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i’ve been reading up on the meaning of
history and some weird apocrypha
on the hidden light of knowing
on the truth that sets you free
but it don’t matter, it don’t matter
if you don’t plan for what comes after
if you think that this is over,
well, that’s just your fever dream
i was waiting on the hounds of hell
the crack of doom and then the sounding bell
‘cause i trusted truth must be unveiled
but there was just no use––it’s all been there to tell
i can’t sleep at night, i don’t dream at night
i just watch the lights, stars and satellites
on the nights that they are glowing
on the nights that i can see
i want to believe, i want you to be
so much more than me, from the apogee
but that’s a lie that they’ve been sowing
to hide flying war machines
i did not sojourn to storm the gate
i have gone and learned which horrors await
though i see clearly now, this world they made
i know seeing it won’t make it go away
make it go away
like a starry cloud, i am burning out
i just roam around the woods in my hometown
i don’t know where i am going
i just move with gravity
deep and terrible, i can feel the pull
of the black hole, the unspeakable
feel its energy, in and out of me
i can feel it breathe, buried underneath
green suburban lawns, build your atom bomb
time will soldier on, one day i’ll be gone
i won’t know where i am going
i don’t know what i will be
no one saw, the day the angel came
a thousand eyes that saw no sword of flame
just the shot that rang right through his brain
the realization that the world refused to change
world refused to change
world refused to change
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8. |
luminum ☩
04:38
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shaped and shaded
aluminum
illuminated
by the sun
i will keep aluminum
in tabs from cans once poured
i will fashion green ones into
clovers, one,
two, three, four
i will gather orange,
red, and yellow for the sun
i will fashion green ones into
clovers, four,
three, two, one
shaped and shaded
aluminum
illuminated
by the sun
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