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Mullingspot
04:03
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If I survey the vast expanse,
And pursue the painted line,
It is not there.
Here, there is no crest,
No rapture, no resolve.
Same in sleep,
Dream cycle,
Spin endless thread on thread,
Webbed, sparkling.
Mullingspot
A place in this corner sit.
Eye and stomach drops and heart follows.
Wandering in place
Into saddest days.
Myself and this desire.
As I collect you dreaming
I am reigning paradise.
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2. |
Leaves Like Lemons
04:10
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If you saw how freely I moved now:
The sun on trees leaves left.
The slight, the few that shiver,
The hand, the light brush, bite and sliver.
The leaves like lemons lie, limes hung,
And bid their taste sweetened, young and mild
From wild Arden swinging in place,
Now one lemon quenching goodness and grace.
My hand sliver bit, reaches, plucks, bites, sucks
And long before the pucker,
Nor by reason, nor by choice
Ancient acidity quells a bitter voice.
So close are love and vanity, longing to become.
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3. |
Jawbone
03:26
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Chiseled, chipped,
Shattered,
Chipped, chattered
Like Leaves,
Shadows shimmer,
The trees tops thicken,
Swell, Sway:
A heart where I lay.
She walks,
Wind wings,
He passes through her,
Brace, Stay
Sustain,
Mix,
Gather,
Siphon,
Memory,
Exalt!
Spirit, spark alive!
Air
Carry
Relay
Write
Channel
Import
Sway
Touch
Do
Deliver
Take
Stay
Gather
Satisfy
Shore
Possess
Mix
Siphon
Fold
Show
Have
Stimulate
Stir
Utter
Wring
(Carry me)
Forgive me.
I forgot you in a dream.
Distant missed scene on a sea of mist.
You left for a moment,
Remember
Fragile
Crumble
(Carry me)
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4. |
Lean And Dream
04:02
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Ahead, two images mirror.
I have forgotten which has begun.
I lean and dream off headpricks like
Ecstatic chills
Heartsurge
Homejoy
Flailing safely down a leaflit square
With each step out
Ahead, two images mirror.
I have forgotten which has begun.
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5. |
Sunfloating
03:22
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Man on a ship looking down into seagreen weeds of hair growing up towards the sun floating spheres of the universe.
It’s in a ship being sent somewhere to address the peers to be anon.
I’m in a spinning wheel gleaning glowing lovely golden threads into the heaving earth wrapped in glory.
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Tickety Tockle
01:00
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Handbrushes
04:08
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Hand brushes along bare skin
As a green silk sheets
Along the water top tall
I lay still blue angel falls
To meet me mirrored
Ringing paradise away
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8. |
Foggy Hip
03:48
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“He Tells of a Valley Full of Lovers” by W.B. Yeats
I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,
For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood
With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream-dimmed eyes:
I cried in my dream, O women, bid the young men lay
Their heads on your knees, and drown their eyes with your hair,
Or remembering hers they will find no other face fair
Till all the valleys of the world have been withered away.
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Starworks
04:46
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The more I turn to you, the more you turn into me.
The more I melt to you, the more you melt into me.
I’m falling asleep.
Into you,
Into your unending day,
Dancing lights upon you.
I had shut myself up.
I had lost a thousand nights of sleep.
And when you are leaving
I will entrance myself to sleep.
Starworks from my eyes.
Save yourself.
Hypnotise myself to imitate.
Down these stairs I bend, I creak.
I’m falling asleep.
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10. |
Lapse
04:17
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Swallow me down into the rain.
Then,
Won’t you come with me please to the sphere?
Every time.
Choice of six sides surrounds me.
Pour out.
Wrapped round me your vespers grasp me,
Clasp me so you stay here pointing through
Paradise is in our dreams:
That island getaway that makes me feel
The dead can come alive without regress
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11. |
Utopia
04:00
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When in a falling night,
The sky is crested, the sky is full.
When in a falling dream,
The sky is dusted, the sky is a blanket.
This place becomes Utopia.
It’s damp, it’s misted,
Dimmed and muted.
And all that life wants
Is peace from the breeze.
The trees light up inside of me.
I am raining paradise.
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