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Another War
03:19
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In another world, tides away
In another form, for the day
Another war, in a tide away
A war before, the light
In another face, seek the eyes
Do the centers swim, to the light?
Another war, take all my gold
A war before, the light
Take all my gold, turn on my light
Any fighting chance, any way
Does the center hold, does it sway?
Another war, a single wave
A war before, the light
Take all my gold, turn on my light
Here in a bottle, like the ship that steers the air
Wield one body, for to sail over one wave
All the light swims all the day
Light, we go back, to where we came from
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2. |
Pasture Over Arms
04:47
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Heed the alcohol, remain
Seed the fine liquid animating burn
Fire the candle up to snuff
Lesson turned, lessen the wrecking mirroring
Reel the calm into the clay
Hide the star behind an overcast efface
Run afoul the twinkle light
Put it out, into a pasture over arms
Into a fadeout, fasten what’s been loosening
Way out, wade into the lessening fire
Instigate the burnout, burn out in the glistening
Way out, out into the withering wild
Dimly posting up at night
Under bright electric atomizing light
Particles of skin and bone
Of a form, indistinct animated blur
Fall awry the bricken bar
Of a right angle, an overridden claim
Every rider call an eye, fallen back,
Into a nameless pedigree
Into a fadeout, fasten what’s been loosening
Way out, wade into the lessening fire
Instigate the burnout, burn out in the glistening
Way out, out into the withering wild
To perform this dissolution right
From a patterned wall, to the pasture light
Way out moonlight bide this hand
To erase a love, to contain this land
Here while all the riders fall
To all the fire, the walking bones
While they move into the cold
Away from all, the ride is gone
Here and all the pasture light is thru
All the wind and alcohol accrue,
Refine, over eye, eye
Feel the other hand apart, mirrored back
Into the eye the face would hold
Fallen thru the bitten dust, to the clay
To any overridden name
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3. |
Solitary Art (She Knows)
03:36
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More than a fire in her eyes
More than all the spirits in the skies
Her soul is moving thru a station
Carefully defied
An instant white light
Tell of it in stories thru the night
A fine unknowing, dispossession
Opening inside
It is time, let it burn
Let this soul begin to turn
Thru the wiles and all the lace
Thru this body and this face
More than a light in the dark
More than any incidental spark
Her song is hidden deep inside her
Solitary art
To fail on display
Open to the blinding, crowded day
A wager to a different method bargain
One to shade away
It is time, let it burn
Let this soul begin to turn
Thru the dark and all the fear
Thru the mist and thru the tear
Here knows, a friend
Unafraid, understood
O to fail would be the best of medicines
To stand apart from every glare and every blackened shroud
A voice to cure the soundless blinkering
(She knows, she knows, she knows)
More than a fire in decline
More than all the ashen colored light
A thoughtless feeling entering in-
To the breaking night
And morning will come
Sure as any story under thumb
A tale unbounded in its telling
By the teller’s tongue
It is time, let it burn
Let this soul begin to turn
Thru the arc of what becomes
What remains to her undone
Here knows, a friend
Unafraid, understood
O to fail would be the best of medicines
To stand apart from every glare and every blackened shroud
A voice to cure the soundless blinkering
(She knows, she knows, she knows)
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4. |
Scar
03:56
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Far to go
Far too long
For to stay
Build a road
Thru the door
Thru the floor
Broken in the lightest shade to fall upon
Broken thru the lightest touch to make a pine
Peel
On an own
On a bone
To alight
Shown
On a side
Unallied
Core exposed
Fallen for the light of grain to let it glow
Fallen for the split that makes it whole, oh
Healing in the light of pain
Oh if I ever heal again
The break that would befall the night
On all sides
Fear the boy
Wounded in
An impale
Brought
To bear
Fear in truth
We’d avow
Open to the dark of lies, the pretty sin
Open to a drown in drops, a paper lid, oh
Healing all the way to shore
Over wide incremental tides
Healing in the ways that time opens wide
Sing
Into
All the fair weather
All the rue
Fear
The man
In a blighted tree line
In a stand
Ashen all the while the face the boy would own
Grown thru phases, interchanges, interzones, oh
Riven all the way to night
Oh if a scar appears to rise
Driven in the ways allied
On a side
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Toes press, to stone tile
To cold white, windowless side of the wall
Climes, hold, idle mind, about
The bristlecone pine
Old pine, cone, dried
To mind form, held in abeyance in wait
For, light, rain, to point toward
The glimmerglass soil
Any finer way, to the core
Ten times ten tries to
To plumb for, home in a curtain of
Glass door, forefinger, thumb
To press, the caliper bow
Any finer day
Any room for the glow
Any circle of rose
Any side of the wall
In a waking wind
Steel to the wall inside
Elemental find
Heal for the war in time
In a fated light-of-day
Feel for the lay-in-wait
In a fallen clime
Any toe, any pine, any mind
Toes press, to stone tile
To cold white, windowless side of the wall
Climes, hold, idle mind, about
The bristlecone pine
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6. |
Chronologize
03:14
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How the book got ripped
I’ll save it for a time
Movement to the ordered
Shelf upon which I
Chronologize
Fading bindings tell
Their own tale of a time
Pages torn out leave
Their matter mute in mind
Chronologize
All the words and colors in eye
All the wordless colors and I arrange
Feeling and mind
Are the only guides I’ll align
With a quiet god unallied inside
Now the room goes white
With moon rays and street light
How the books and records
Pattern I’ll divine
Chronologize
For a distance look
Into the mirror’s back
Books and records shimmer
In their wieldy stack
Chronologize
All the books and records in eye
All the feeling visualized and heard
Pieces arrayed in a pattern held in display
In a pattern I can’t relay to word
And it makes my time all the rounder
Inexpressible white in mind
Color fill my eye in an own way
Nothing touches my array
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7. |
Dizzy
02:49
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Dizzy for the wave
Cuts right up instead
Steady where eye meets eye
And opens wide
Down aboard the planks
Shorebirds all agleam
Oh if I could I would
Ennoble these Indignities
Erase the blindfolds
Over our eyes
Falling for the wave
Cuts right up the shore
In a zig zag patterning
That I walk on
To meet the sun
Light thru which we
Hold our stare
In the flat white of the painting
In the jet black of your hair
In the fading reasonings leading
Up to our stand
In the opening up of our eyes
In the backlight and the glare
In the space between our bodies hold
Just enough air
Flee for the wave
Breathe for the air
Look into my eyes
They reflect the skies
I look into your eyes
I can see the skies
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8. |
Hail Wild Me
04:22
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Hail wild me
If I breathe
Stay a while with me
Let it be, let it be
Face (face) wayward mile
Brace (brace) for this while
When the lights go down
Cold winds rile
In the tree
Gray and wild field
I careen, fallen leaf
Fade (fade) into arms
Braid (braid) tallgrass blades
When the lights go down
When the lights go down in full
Hills in starlight overgrown
Oh
When the lights go down and up
I would only fill this cup
Oh
And drink from whence I came
And speak in wild my name
And drink the words I speak
And lose the path given me
Hail failing light
Leave the foundling wild
If I breathe
When I speak
Turn to cut
The weed in muck
Ease (ease) into dark
Breeze (breeze) stay with me
When the lights go down
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9. |
Sing the Saw
04:46
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In a photo all the writing creases fray
In a fold to hold the old line
In a fire all the breaking embers fly
In a coal to hold the old time
Heretofore, ring the rail
Sing the saw, heretofore
In a corner all the fighting waters still
In a zone to enter light and late
In a wire all the dim transmissions hide
In a plastic coated copper braid
Heretofore, ring the rail
Sing the saw, heretofore
I'm coming right back here again
I won't leave until they let me in
And if the sidewalk starts to break
And if the windowpanes start to shake
I'm going to ring the rail, right
I'm going to sing the saw tonight, right
I'm going to write you a letter
I'm going to write you a song
I'm going to do it far better
I'm going to do it far gone
One day I'll sit back and sigh
Drink my water and close my eyes
Thinking all the times were meant to be
Every raging night and morning dream
Every deep embrace and simple look
Every hand assembled poem book
Every song that's been forgotten now
Sing the saw
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