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1.
Sinai 01:46
Eight faces shine Eyes glide in glass, minds in white psycho-rhyme Closing a climb Sinai nai nai Eight running lines Spill like black water in liquidic vines Water to wine Sinai nai nai
2.
Black Bodies on an empty shore Lying in long stretches of sun Glowing and cool In the mist and the light Singing a song To strip their throats raw Pulsing streams of water Moving their jaws Red Legion of angels Playing their harps Sober and sane The trembling in their hands The milk in their veins Singing a song Bending in holy light A single empty color Filling their sight
3.
A tent-less leather body In a pulsing butter sun His limbs are spread like starfish Torso rises with his lungs His sweat reflects the sunlight His face is in the sand And the sky’s a droning organ chord That the desert light commands His bones are all in angles His fingers knotted pine And his facial features scattered In deep, repeating lines His steps are knocking echo In the chasm of his dreams The soil gasps in crumbled earth The sky is full of cream His mouth is full of charcoal He’s bending in the light As circled flocks of severed hands Scratch his name in white He twists to focus upward As they illuminate his pose Eyes crack like eggs of summer With solar yolks exposed
4.
5 am (poem) 00:18
Under the cold lick of a purple lightless bruise A naked nocturne turns in crackles and coos And florid morning born in a glossy, blackened womb Is honey citrus bloodness coming flash-blushing bloom
5.
The yolk sleeps in strips of paper and listens to his songs looks up to his creator and fishes in silver ponds he confidently waits for morning and the technicolor dawn he never looks so hard for music he just leaves the tv on

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released May 28, 2017

All these songs were written and performed by Zack Borzone

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Will Lauzon

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