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Waves
05:03
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Go back, say I'm not alone.
I've stayed the day
In garden homes, where
Warm hands tell me that it's true
The snow has gone
I’ll find with you again
again / again / again
in green we go and over eminence
find up close the limbs they hid from us
crawl on four to reach, but recklessness
makes him flow on soil, we finger dust
hole by hole, we wait for red to pass
when | some earth turns, his eyes shine in the grass
think to grab out just to feel his skin
when the newt crawls right into my hand
no i’m not so old but i know to hold him close my fingers feel his warmth like
hers now touch my throat
When you came it had all gone away been locked up in my head;
I gave it different names to go by;
And outside bright light smoldering,
our legs with wood beneath,
when I was bound to leave in no time.
Then I’m gone –––
I thought I’d settled on what this was going to be –– a bit of time we’d have now to keep
and hold then leave
Is it gone –––
But why does this old night feel more mine
When you came it had all gone away been locked up in my head;
I gave it different names to go by;
And outside bright light smoldering,
our legs with wood beneath,
no I’m not going to leave you this time.
so
hold me safe
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2. |
Kept
03:31
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You got caught in my head, I was feeling my teeth fall out
You said take me instead we can follow the seas around
And I know my head is gone, spends days in worried dreams
sometimes
But if it seems I’m gone for long, just know that it’s with you in mind
There’s this time in my head where I’m building in days, I write five notes and I know the sound of the second you made me a part of the way you hold, long tones are what keep us now
There’s a chorus inside
Living takes time (3)
Keep your warmth with mine
Living takes time (3)
And nights that we were lost in caves
I wouldn’t trade new tales
For another way home
(Stay, stay we’ll live without names
We can pause the day
We can pause the day
We can pause the)
And I know my head is gone,
spends days in worried dreams sometimes
But if it seems I’m gone for long,
just know that it’s with you in mind
There’s this time in my head where I’m building in days, I write five notes and I know the sound of the second you made me a part of the way you hold, long tones are what keep us now
There’s a chorus inside
Living takes time (3)
Keep your warmth with mine
Living takes time (3)
But I will not stray
No, I will not stray
There’s this time in my head where I’m building in days, I write five notes and I know the sound of the second you made me a part of the way you hold, long tones are what keep us now
There’s a chorus inside
Living takes time (3)
Keep your warmth with mine
Living takes time (3)
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3. |
Another November
03:01
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In miles I’m home
where things I’d prized, stacked pegs and wire that I’d called mine
who knew I was so blue at age 5, standing tall among the vines of a small tinted window.
I remember
the nose of
a donkey I knew when
I was a girl wanting
to warm the noses of donkeys
I remember the
wools and the wetnesses, and his long jowl under my arm
I remember the
cross across his back, black, and thinking oh that’s where that
comes from
I loved him for coldness of nose, willingness to be warmed
I loved him for the purpose he gave me, willingness to be loved
if I am warm, let me warm you. if I am willing, let me do.
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4. |
Glow
04:45
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your faith –– fires
away: miles
where counting days to make them mine awake, mistakes, the best of kind
my own as much you
and keep finding
displaced: I
can’t | seem to keep your face to mine with distant drives
but still entwined kept
boxed just us
two
can I stall all my best hopes
can I stay the wave, hold my chest closed
patient days I’ll wait
patient days I’ll wait when
I’ll call you days at any time
to sit again your side to mine
find “nothing” is more than it was and start to think I know it’s cause
but I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet ––––
as places go, turn places been
I put myself in bonds i’ve seen,
but nothing is more than just us; still whose sense can I hope to trust when I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet ––––
can I come home just to be in some half light where I’d see the length of your arm next to me on some colder night
now here as morning light folds
cracks through and shimmers in close
there from across the room glow
the tiny pieces you’d mold (ed)
and I in morning light know (come back)
that each shaped page I now hold (go back)
is true to me what it told (come back)
as the day that you formed it (go back)
can I stall all my best hopes
can I stay the wave, hold my chest closed
patient days I’ll wait
patient days I’ll wait
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5. |
Wreaths Rakes
03:14
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honest heads
are yards ahead
of other parts for when your heads on mine
I know our minds see eye to eye
and legs and legs and coiled thick
and by and by our faces stick
and one and one we soon become some other other
mind to mind
sorry but we leaned too long
now I’m shedding my skin is gone
and other creatures we must become
sorry but we leaned too long
your legs are weak eat up run far
and soon you’ll be back to where we were
and soon you’ll be back to where we were
but still I find your legs wrapped mine,
as close as notes in our old rhymes.
you hold them now they cut me deep
but yours and mine will still keep.
but still I find your legs wrapped mine,
as close as notes in our old rhymes.
you hold them now they cut me deep
but yours and mine will still keep.
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7. |
Bright Red
02:43
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Fences go, faces bright, offset, all senseless eyes and floating heads, all arms to hold, of grain so thin, on paper I can learn they’d lived
am I already stalled, just hoping my name holds?
no I’m not what I was, at least I know that they weren’t
their
shelves all molded out of pictures, how can I be guarded when
they’ve seen me in the daylight and now it’s gone to waste still
their eyes
their eyes
their eyes
all bright red
don’t want to be
can’t be
just like them
their eyes
their eyes
their eyes
all bright red
I want to be
can I be
just like them
on some nights
when I’m alone
when I’m alone
I’ll look through faces of old occasions,
of places, scattered now
on small plates painted,
just to know them
(x2)
on some night
when on your own
when on your own
will you find my face,
some old occasion,
some place, scattered now,
on a page painted,
what will you know?
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8. |
Folded Out
03:08
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When folded
out of page
hands callow unclean
the sound of still refrain
just clips in between
a box lit warm
by home
on the twenty fourth
you gave me
our old nights––
we cut paper walls
again again
and now i
am folding them all
again again
i’ll wait
i’ll wait
i will not go
i will not go
let’s be young again
keep your hands close
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9. |
For Dan
04:12
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missing like
last months glance
houses we
left so fast
missing for
a mile or so
then turning in
softer comforts
I want some old so I
can remember and decide
which one of me am I?
which one of me am I?
I want some old so I
can remember and decide
which one of me am I?
which one of me am I?
old nights, have we fallen back there,
are my own eyes faint and distant–––––
I hate these towns
I hate these towns where
my body grows older
than I am now
where are the friends I’d known and visited
now gone from the homes that I met them in
what’s there to find
what’s there to find
in this space
so far from mine
but in that small, quivering ring
the shine of some song floating up in front of me
one long note sounds
one long note sounds
the trailing call
of my home town
and there can be no houses so empty here
a furnace can find its way to every room and seethe
turn things back again
turn things back again
to some old home
with some new friend
old nights, yes I’ve fallen back there,
but my own eyes are never distant–––––
I’ll stay around
I’ll stay around
let my body grow older
than it is now
here are the friends I’ve known and visited
all here in my home, now that I’ve let them in
in sounds I find
in sounds I find
that no place
is so far
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10. |
Wheel
04:55
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Each card game we played followed closer than
you cut long calls, kept our voices as
two winding days in a half-home gold
house my best whims on the roof of your
mouth wandering days in a half-home gold
house couldn’t count on the roof of your
mouth
now can I call you back from
building lines out of was and what never was
or else days will come
when limbs are tired and old
and you aren’t there to tell me
we are still awake aren’t waste of wit
you’re a wild kid
you’re a wild kid
with new game eyes
when they’re taking away all my favorite things
when called “entwined”
we were so close
we were so close
and your mind with mine
were the most whole
were the most whole
but what was once together
even when our hands weren’t
now binds only
side by side
I saw your eyes
in a photo
in a photo
and hoped they could find
mine when so close
mine when so close
but now I’ll wait again just
hope we’ll walk together
so I can find my hand
by my(your) side
some year
in a basement
in some town where
we were just kids
with sound rolling (I just hope that your eyes meet mine)
gold will step in
those bright shoes that
you would once wear
and I will not go home (will)
I will not go home (we talk)
I will not go home (of real things)
I will not go home (or speak estranged)
don’t go.
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