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I tried to take a picture
In the bathroom mirror
My body oddly angled,
My eyes above the frame
Hoping it would transport you
Hoping it wasn’t too much
Hoping it would transport you
Hoping it wasn’t too much
A blight by any other name…
I’m trying to hold onto moments before they happen
Trying to conjure the scent of bergamot and jasmine
And I’m just begging for your hands
That have wind and water at their command
I’m just begging for your hands
That have wind and water at their command
A blight
A blight
I’ve experienced their absence
I have so much experience in absence
Which makes it such a shame
That all this practice makes me imperfect
A blight by any other name
And I’m just begging for your hands
That have wind and water at their command
I’m just begging for your hands
That have wind and water at their command
All this practice makes me imperfect
And I fell so stupid in love
I fell so stupid in love
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In death
In death
We come
We come
Together
We come
We come together
Into the sun you lead me
And burn me out so sweetly
Where the water flows freely
And the wind carries our secret
With no interference
To our adherence
Our breaths
Our breaths
Entwined forever
Our breaths entwined forever
In the shadow of a mausoleum
My secret cold-dream-garden
Grows for you
Beds of moss and shade lovers
Sprout where ice crystals still linger
The scent of valley
Imbued to my callas
You take me switch-dipping
From hot wax
Back into the cold bath
Our wicks flick-flitting
Like bird wings
Or bee abdomens twitching
Here we grow fasciated
Sharing a root system
With no interference
To our adherence
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3. |
The Crystal Dream
03:17
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You were wearing the green sweater from last Thursday, a white and red towel wrapped around your lower half. A triangle pattern like teeth. Kneeling on the bathroom floor. I met you down there. I met you down there. The sun passed through a skylight geometric. My cheeks felt its warmth in your hair. This shared golden glow. I don’t remember who started crying first. It was time to practice our goodbyes.
I won’t say goodbye
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The Finally
05:03
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Finally
I found you in my dreams
Finally
I found you in my dreams
We generate these landscapes together
Not of earth and beyond all colour
The destination is always a surprise
But please don’t leave me in the sunrise
Don’t leave me in the sunrise
Together we can do the navigating
Finding new opportunities for daylighting
The basements, now a third mind
Where we can exist in plant time
Every dream that has bared your trace
A mystery to where and what place
Every dream that has bared your trace
A mystery until I finally saw your face
You give me your hand
I am not suspicious of the invitation
To stand with you
And admire our reconstructions
Finally
I found you in my dreams
Finally
I found you in my dreams
Every dream that has bared your trace
A mystery to where and what place
Every dream that has bared your trace
A mystery until I finally saw your face
Finally I found you
Standing atop the machine
Running smoothly
Through the organic debris
Finally
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Smoking the Apiary
05:03
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Come find me in our dream home
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6. |
You're an Immersion
03:53
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You’re not a person
You’re an immersion
I’m not a person either -
I’ll be the water
Swirling round in your mirrors
You’re a can’t be real girl
The distillation of a dream, girl
You’re what I’ve always wanted
And one of these days I'm going to pay
I’m going to pay for you
You’re what I’ve always wanted
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Thursday's Waves
07:34
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These words
Stand off the page as if on stilts
Climbing the narrow, shaky steps
Like vines toppling a trellis
Calling back at the metallic ring
I’ve found my Balance in these waves
My love -
Hides in the background, a floating frame
The orchestrator of my dreams
She floats down, immersing me in her waves
This steady tide ebbing all over me
I’ve found my Balance in these waves
My body shakes in staccato
This strange pitching
A bright unstitching
Creates a harmonic vibrato
A soothing iron vibration
Circling back in time
to answer its own metallic chime
I’ve found my Balance in these waves
Found my Balance in your waves
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Dream Home (restored)
05:46
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We live inside a dream home
A secret unformed castle home
That’s not a house
It’s a home
The air always in motion
Even when reposed
The door frames smell like spray paint
Entrances conjured from toxic pigment
There are holes down to the basement
For the animals
For the animals
We can go down there together
I’ll hold your hand on the stair
I will kiss every single ring
And then lick your chin
(just like an animal)
Here we find a (re)generator
That’s run without plug or fuel
And sunk into the earthen floor
With bulbs packed into the dried mud
It’s our insurance policy
To soak up any flood
We can go down there together
I’ll hold your hand on the stair
I will kiss every single ring
And then lick your chin
(just like an animal)
So many secret places in our dream home
A series of ash-stacked attics (and one bonus room)
The garden overrun by lilac and heliotrope
Scribbled notes hidden in books will make our tome
We’ll make our tome
Inside this dream home
That's impeccably decorated
Our own mid-century gallery
I want to live inside this dream home
With you my darling
Where we never skip a season
And we never skip a course
So happy to be each other’s muse
(Inside our dream home)
We can live here with all the animals
We can live inside this dream
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In the Icebox
06:05
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You are the first person to habituate
To my cold, cold hands
In this icebox
They will shock you
They will shock you
First you recoiled in surprise
But the thought stayed right at hand
Your mind retraced that moment
And took to heated expansion
In this icebox
My hands will shock you
My hands will shock you
Floeing icy digits
Meeting soft skin
The glyphs I will depict
As I stay in touch
With my tongue stuck
A frozen window pane in reverse
I am so cold at the extremities
My heating essentially centralized
I am so cold at the extremities
My heating essentially centralized
A machine part-digesting
Cauldron combusting
My bones a titanium frame
Hanging this crucible melting
Magma belching
Yet my bones still remain
You can hang on me
Share my putrefaction
Borrow my architecture
I will carry you like a scarecrow
Loose joints and all
I will carry you
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The Basement became a...
04:11
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My basement was unfinished
Loose cables unconnected
The cats once trapped
Sensed the location
Of the stairs submerged
The cats once trapped
Sensed the location
Of the stairs submerged
and then shot for the daylight
But you were more cautious
Buoyed like a water lily
Roots tethered but pliable
The levels rising slowly
The levels rising slowly
Still searching through debris
How to prioritize a lifetime of memories
Realize my darling that we can keep it all
This basement is flood-proof after all
Then there was the matter of the bees
Clinging to the slats so willfully
Remember that they aren’t our enemy
For we can partake of their honey
We can partake of their honey
Transferred to the apiaries
Set amongst the clover and dandelion
I find you upstairs,
hidden in the closet
But still warm with sun
I kneel next to you
and rest my head on your shoulder
I kneel next to you
and rest my head on your shoulder
Every dream I’ve ever had
Starts and ends right here
It starts and ends right here
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