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This is how you disappear
out between midnight, called up under valleys of torches and stars. Foot, knee, shaggy belly, face famous hindlegs, as one of their own you graze with them. Cro-magnon herders will stand in the wind, sweeping tails shining, and scaled to begin, SHUTTING DOWN HERE SHUTTING DOWN HERE ? ? to where necks leave the air unpossesed and giant heads lock constellations. A last grain of dust lands in the darkness on tongues laid bare, and turning to chalk. Shutting down here. Freezing in red, bent over his ice skin, The insomniac gnaws in the On-Offs; he is glazed in the hooves all round. It is losing its shape. Losing its shape, as the heat in your hands carve the muscle away. And he grins from a break in a backflash. Delivers it up on a break in a backflash. Motionless brands burn into a hipframe As a saviour loads sightlines backlit by fires, on the ridges of the highest breeder |
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The windows are ringing
shaking Night-nites for angels rattling throats up and down on a beam. Cooling the hearts cooling the plasma keeping ice junkies packed hard on a seam The other side of a prowler the dead still search the living. At least there we did not not fail. Coming to in the overcast tracks are still flowing. At least there he does not wail. Psalms of your hands sung into the lateness move a circuit on the white and he can't feel a thing. Gone always alone to all you are never he climbs into your mouth when the windows ring. The windows are ringing shaking dead men for angels Hissing brains boiling up press't to the bone uncoils the wire whole night long bumping out thru the eye in knots. Sweet hot numbers sweet hots bumping out thru the eye on a wire of knots. Sweet hot numbers sweet hots bumping out thru the eye on a wire of knots. Psalms of your hands sung into the lateness move a circuit on the white and he can't feel a thing. Gone always alone to all you are never he climbs into your mouth when the windows ring. |
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Delayed in the headlong
Resembled to breaking-point I swear you never slept at night when the growing is slow. After me I'm no man's son run out of recognize. The blood of our split back without his prisoner the distance rigged in his eyes Rock of cast-offs bury me hide my soul and sink us free. Rock of cast offs bury me hide my soul and pray us free. From the host of late-comers a miracle enters the streets shining with rain he is shaking to wash the murder away. The shadow of the son made the son a shadow it's never night when I die. That desert clouds under and so Lord lightens sleepers wait there with wounds in their sides. In the strength of the crime you sing like a stranger and your failure fulfills your most secret defeat. After me I'm no man's son run out of recognize. A life of it's own lays down the horizon the distance rigged in it's eyes Rock of cast-offs bury me hide my soul and sink us free. Rock of cast offs bury me hide my soul and pray us free. |
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In the time of an exile
from the jails of another where soundings are taken raw to his eyes. I have walked the way from him down to splintering bone ashes with your voice shining sea in his fractures and skys. There are no voices here. There are only confessions. keeping him hidden weighed out of his name We have entered deserted. He has gazed from my windows as if all that replaced us could still end in me. For the first time unwoken I am returned. For the first time unwoken I am returned. He arrives from a place with a face of fast sun. Arrives from a space his refuge overrun. She will fold him away in his badly changed hand. Fold him away far behinf where I am. For the first time forgetting I am returned. As if all that replaced us ends it again as if all that replaced us ends. |
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It's a starving reflection
if he dies in the night listening to the increase. It cuts out your likeness in blood circulations suspended beneath a release. A low volume force feed lower than pity slips across under the heart and your hostage rewinding from every eclipse rolls in the voltage run-off rain on his lips. We chew up the blackness to some high sleep travel a faster silence. One to go long again in the going ? ? gone again. Full stare passages striking less face; outside on the move a shattered heart pace greases the fade; sinking the blood back breaking to where loaded icons wade. Eyesides catch far awake in a cols sanctuary. Pain sonics eternities all through themoves. A first communication tears loose undelivered and swims unassigned in your dimmed latitudes. And the heat from the shore melts down to recieve us; floodlit foreheads howled open and so nearly blessed as they soften round dog-joys of unfinished strangers rubbed out on a point afterburning |
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Say it got late
on that one. That life-giver one. Hanging weightless from the wound in a half-light. Taken up I could hold him when all falls away. Prayed into each other you stood in the air and the ceiling are rising and falling. The ceiling are shining and slow peeling tongues from the ice hums and letting it go. and the ceiling are rising and falling. The ceiling are shining and slow peeling tongues from the ice hums and letting it go. |
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Stump of a drowner.
The delta holder. Lowered up from his boulder and riding pains steady blowout. All those arms in the gullys chewed through at the wrists. All that won't flood awake ? ? all that listens and lifts Deserting your lead while the figure is also carrying Deserting your lead while the figure is also carrying. Your hands are drained. Your skins are stained and heavy. Go to ground you are sealed against the night. Spotted head blood head heat up the stars. Polish and silence away your parole. She's a dugout; her second sleeps dreagging the roads. Her fixed strays shine from ditches wherever she goes ? ? Deserting your lead while the figure is also carrying Pry open those jaws try and hear your own way out. Driven in deep; you save yourself the burying. The darkness swarms; Try and hear your own way out. |
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When I crossed the river
with a heavy blanket roll I took nobody with me not a soul. I took a few provisions some for comfort, some for cold but I took nobody with me not a soul. |
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