1. |
Strange before the calm
04:24
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Passing
(Strange before the calm)
The movement, indistinct
yet a tremor and a turmoil
evident progress
of a vacant flux
Whirling in the wide open
and immense in distances
As fluent
as erosion
tearing and devouring
the soil of the solid
With its chaotic pulse
this surge
of a low tone
as the shivers down a spine
bending in the current
like a straw de-rooted and soaked
The sensation:
a flickering
blown out
by the passing
of a drift
in the air
through us
as we float
and this was not a choice we made
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2. |
Nightspirit
06:42
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Heart is the Star of Chaos
(Nightspirit)
You pin down stars
etching the outlines of eternity
on your map of the world as you know it
You know your world,
what more is love?
If the heart is where passion resides,
the heart is the star of chaos,
its bearings ever vacillating
If passion is constant and focused,
It’s an obsession,
a monomania of the mind
What then could love be?
Surely not whatever and something else
every time you utter the word,
not another rite for enforcing conformity?
Struck numb we turn away,
to find new stars for fixing
the bearing,
cast another useless sextant over board.
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3. |
Gaia
04:49
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Gaia
Gaia,
thy swelling rivers feed
on our shores
I have sensed it,
like moss on stone
We have gathered
Trying on your patience —
will you not tire?
(as I have of myself)
Of the flees in your hide
Can you not be budged?
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4. |
Querencia
03:43
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A Muck
(Querencia)
(I am) the sleaze of ages
the guilt forlorn
and the rage is all there
where we left it
The weight is immense
the whole of the Universe
all within
like a spastic solace
of turbulent thought
storming fierce
and tearing to shreds
the founding declaration
of senses and gravity
Through the toxic center
of the clastic ego
we trade our wounds
as our prides clash
in the texture,
the sleaze bubbles
—we are a muck —
wreak havoc in the hearts I
by forcing love
without growing
I let you heal me
and accept no gratitude.
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5. |
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Doubt
(Of hopes and lost treasures)
The constant rain pouring
doubt like acid
Like a spear
(for the misfits and the core nucleus alike)
to topple any tyrant with
to dream a way through
and eat the concrete
of the throne of streets
and hide on the outside
where there still are
untrodden fields
and the trees grow
there, under the pouring doubt
concrete
Then and again
shrouded in static grey
cocooned and contorting
in petrified skin
that cannot but crack
and torrents of blood flow
in those ravines
that tear the land
a new face
every day.
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6. |
Below hope
04:24
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Lest I would want to end it
(Below hope)
Inexorably born
Lest I would want to end it
I will have existed
that’s just the thing
as it is with us
Should we have been
carved hollow in the make
(or reinvention)
It was all encrypted
Lest we should want to understand
nothing
Are we drones
but for our dreams?
Dreaming some accumulation
inexorably enciphered
thus rendered useless
Lest we should want to understand
But the creation is, of course, impeccable
yet we dream
as if it was impossible to be born
empty
Still,
it all remains encrypted,
the paramount thing.
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7. |
Sunless weather
04:11
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You’re not confused
(Sunless weather)
Ianto,
I caught you by your whiff in the wind
And followed its pungent lead
We met at the outskirts,
In a ditch by a soaking wet
Black-ploughed field
you were staring at a toad
frozen by its legs
on the ice
of a murky puddle
You snarled and growled at me
Ianto,
for once not confused
I knew you by instinct
and backed away
There’s your land and mine
though both long gone
by heart I know my woods
No cultivation serves me
with the likes of you,
but my blood, root and wounds
render me close enough
and in a wild flash I see
the beast that you are
to you civil men are easy catch
like fat mice to a cat
The world’s cruel to us all
not equally, but still
animals can tell
by our pungent stench
which of us are prey.
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8. |
Flying canopies
06:45
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Stealth
(Flying canopies)
I would never feel you
but do bear with me
the weight of nothing
of living stealth
for I am immaculate
and never scarred
I touch with a blade
and trade my scentless essence
Invisible mimic
I pray beyond radars
You come to me
so eagerly
but to meet a dead-end
Had you hope?
I bear stealth to guide you
and with silence greet
your grave despair
Know:
I could never feel you
but do bear with me
the weight of nothing
of living stealth
The more you hurt,
the more I can give
The more you want,
the more I lack
For I have but to gain
Can you not sense it?
The Stealth?
With it I drain
from an abundant source
as I draw blood and tears
Can you not catch me of feeling?
Do try
and bear with me
the weight of stealth.
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9. |
Rusticus
07:49
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Singularity
(Rusticus)
All the same
behind my tired eyes
the dread of sight and the rest of senses
all summed into one
A singular notion,
dismay, the distinguished guest
forcing me to forfeit
my demeaned stand
to the mercy of others
On useless feet
drifting,
all idle like gold,
living on petty crumps of hope
Carelessly diluting
hope with water
that tastes oddly familiar
Doubt I could remember
the forlorn members
lost from the multitude
On a fresh course
in winding circles
I dearly miss
all the past agonies
of standing in mutiny
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