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holding pattern
02:29
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solipsism overcast
doomscroll down the past
driving forward like a baby in a car seat looking back
caught
in the holding pattern again
so if I could take one thing from this burning house
I would take the fire away
lemon bread
wedding baby's breath
this bird lives in a shoebox cardboard nest
the magnolia foot tattoo erased
dragging my feet slow to embrace
times wiping water off my face
caught
in the holding pattern again
so if I could take one thing from this burning house
I would take the fire away
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2. |
the other way around
02:45
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demon on my shoulder
I shake off again
like a bird
in a birdbath
trying to get clean
seems there's nothing to hold to
so we grab at the neck of anything free
a body with a soul or the other way around
we're a pair of synchronized divers
twirling and somersaulting through the air
til' we dive deep under the water
headfirst into whatever's under there
a body with a soul or the other way around
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changer, destroyer
03:23
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out of sight, out of my mind
diverting rivers to reach the other side
dust in sunbeam
retreat into daydream
praying one day paper time will fold
changer, destroyer
rebirth each moment
so much, so little
control over where it goes
unseen transformer
moving this forward
if for no good reason than to see just where it goes
data lake windburnt
to live without
my heart is a cake cut and hand pieces out
the underlying reason again that I find
watching the wilting sprouting live and die
changer, destroyer
rebirth each moment
so much, so little
control over where it goes
unseen transformer
moving this forward
if for no good reason than to see just where it goes
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watching Bob from the balcony back row
bluebonnets on the on ramp on my way home
bedroom across from a cemetery bus stop
gravestones contrast time-lapse traffic pass me by
how many memories am I the only one to carry on
drinking water to put out the fire in my brain
Orion's Arms around my neck 'til all I see are faint
billion year old stars circling endless black space
abyss eye contact
love will pull me back
I am painting the dead plants green
can't dip your foot in the same river water twice
brain fog
day long
ephemeral time sucked away
how many memories am I the only one to carry on
so Jenna will you unplug the heater
Portland spring snow
Willamette River
are you sure you should drink on that new medication
fall asleep with our jackets on
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lake
00:48
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dug tunnels through time
I left parts of me behind
to find long buried memories
I step on like landmines
insects in the nighttime
the smell of books I've had my whole life
the way the ladle in the sauce is stirred
the howling of the grocery store parking lot birds
and I wanna hoard these memories
but they're water down the shower drain
appearing from somewhere that I can't see
pass through me and gone
time washing me clean
and it feels like when we met
we were picking up right where we left off
and I wonder if we do this every lifetime
many hundreds now forgot
leave my window open just to feel some connection
to these strangers outside
watching the past with kaleidoscope fly vision
gravity pushing harder when I'm alone
and I wanna hoard these memories
but they're water down the shower drain
appearing from somewhere that I can't see
pass through me and gone
time washing me clean
through me and gone
pass through me and gone
through me and gone
pass through me and gone
through me and gone
time washing me clean
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window unit
02:31
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stepping on the same rakes time and again
burn the midnight oil just to burn something
so throw the old bricks of the prison into the sea
have who I want to be wrap his arms around the me that I tend to be
the barrel of a wave or the barrel of a gun
barreling either way toward I don't know what
each second four come in
two taken out
humming machines in the house we all block out
thread coming loose on the sweater knit
the air conditioning window unit
if you're looking, so much beauty I don't know what to do with it
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cartwheel
02:37
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infinite arms in a generational cartwheel
tumbling through time
never to see the whole thing through
first open eyes
upside down
halfway
mid-cartwheel
in the space of an eyeblink
hail mary what it is I think
the unknown is dwindling
now nothing you can't measure
dust ever rearranged
we form dissolve transform again
stories shape the unformed clay of chaos
context
a box light enough to hold what was water through my hands
the unknown is dwindling
now nothing you can't measure
dust ever rearranged
we form dissolve transform again
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how did you not know
03:26
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lived underwater my whole life
pressure compounding
tried to give up my worries
made me careless
I'd like a few back that are gone
crash land into the present again
now butterflies push dominoes
that fall forever
winding rows that
wind from wind and wing giving the future form
crash land into the present again
how did you not know that it would wilt away and almost die
how did you not know gilded lilies can't survive
can't survive
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10. |
deathless
03:31
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somehow tethered
caught up again in the spiritual lost and found
holding 'til the shoulders finally fall
bug eyed lily white to eigengrau
quiet camera
voyeur with no voice
beneath layers is being's passive ever-present joy
and us like the song which knows it cannot end
without silence
I guess what makes a garden is its fences
it's feckless, no endless sprawling meadow deathless
staring at the sun
hoping that it blinks
while rosemary hands hold
mortal uncoiling
and us like the song which knows it cannot end
without silence
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