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i budget bribes that are doled out freely
it is a living
but now you visit me
i have the help you've been vainly seeking
namelessly seeking
blanching at naming
i wouldn't promise the sun to the sky
nor something better
softer and warmer
but all you must do you have done already
the world won't change greatly
won't change so greatly
rainfall into cars
warm sun on snow day
all you've done remember all you do
this city sleeps i am sure it does
the lawns they are planting
steam in the morning
i praise the round earth as we meet on the corner
the hospital called me
and asked if you're happy
blade of the earth in a shiver resounding
the buses still empty
endless per morning
this city sleeps i am sure it does
i hear it breathing
steam in the morning
one cry to bear repeating
engines scream in the distance
you're welcome since you've seen
dust fall
from my bare feet
this i feel
i leave behind
this city sleeps i am sure it does
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shouting
01:40
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a nightmare lies behind your eyes they
dream of cruelty to me this morning
baked them on my radiator
until they were the purple i'd imagined
food has fallen in front of my face
lights are planted in bottles
the whirRrR and gurgle of the home i've made
repeats
the tarnish on my broken watch is
the color of the corpses of the insects
breathing thru a stuffy nose is
all that sounds above the breaker flipping
easy now they days are long they
give me what i need to think i'm evil
we can be whatever we want
why am i afraid to hear you shouting?
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someone seen coming in
02:05
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the light on the dusty tide's coming in
like frontiersman's fabric is blue to the skin
i'm a hairless actor
moons to the sky raised in their time
other side another door life to come
blue as buildings smooth as your fresh candle walls
final wooden porches
carbuncles hide soft life in ice
there's your breathing
i'm standing at your table
show me your helpless concern
ruby ruby ruby ruby ruby
all this endless waiting will never begin
or the movement thru it
it must be time this must be time
there is nothing where my dance lives in space
only looks like falling like grins from the face
how else could i fear it?
melting life under ice/there's your sigh
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halcyonward
02:57
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as the cloth of the lamplight
i just couldn't float high enough
but in these dregs of coffee and vinegar
i can answer to my future
chime sweet cage of will unaltered
give me strength to drink ugly water
but i could live up to acid
it could be so much easier
halcyon and warm and unrepetitive
halcyon and limp and operatorless
halcyon and wind heals softly over skin
halcyon and calm in spite and not because
o brave soul so mismanaged
flaming sword of midnight pearskin
red and gold you weave your basket
in the image of death's distraction
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sphericolor
02:18
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no one said i was not at fault
still i don't like your turn of phrase
i am steadfast in staying up
at the wind fit to stir a stone
a new finger has opened up
the smallest wounds will never close
i've got one block to walk tonight
and rotate in the atmosphere
orphan welters and dreams what to sell her
his body grows warmer as morning grows distant
his sword has been frozen half-cocked in its scabbard
he's fallen in her flowers
who lives on top of this most perfect staircase?
whose hips well-loved enough to wander these halls?
who does their washing without paying for the privilege?
who watches graveyard fireworks from the roof?
who calls the tendril from inside the burner?
who got the spiders to start pulling their weight?
who shuts their window in the silence of darkness?
who lives on top of this most perfect staircase?
hot air cold floor
i would like to be emptier
let you thru not just let you in
and keep feeling your tendrils grow
up from the floor and thru my back
sorry i do not have a bell
you'll have to shout when you're outside
nothing but lights strung thru these halls
to mine the air for healthy dust
orphan swelters and dreams what to tell her
the sun isn't rising must be daylight savings
they've hung up his sword on the wall of his bedroom
but not his old bedroom
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