1. |
Sinai
01:46
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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
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2. |
Water and Milk
02:06
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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
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3. |
Vision of Flocks
03:18
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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
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4. |
5 am (poem)
00:18
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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
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5. |
The Yolk Writes a Song
01:12
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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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