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From the Mouth of Lethe
05:34
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It goes:
I sink into the riverbed,
separate from sweet mother sky.
My hands are filled to overflowing.
My hands are also full of holes.
Everything I have come to collect slips through.
Every door through which I have ever stepped
has led me back to shore.
I set sail with what’s left of my sister,
t’ward some distant haunted light
by which we fear we might never come to sea.
Every sigh I have ever let fall out;
every path down which I have made my escape
has brought me back ashore.
Come, dew-child,
I have lain with writhing devils
in cold and dying rooms.
I have wept in empty aisles,
and brought the ashes home.
I have broken bread in shadow.
I have sharpened shattered bone.
I have tumbled out and down
to pour forth from the mouth of Lethe.
You’ve come due, child.
What would you have me know?
Come, dew-child,
what would you have me know?
I have tumbled out and down
to pour forth from the mouth of Lethe.
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2. |
Well
06:19
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I am dangled on
the winds of false breath.
I can see straight through these
painted on shadows.
Do we still have to hold them up
to keep ourselves on the ground?
Do I not get to let them down?
Do I not get to watch them all drown?
Mirror, mirror down the well,
who the hell am I to tell anyone?
How came you so far?
Do we still have to hold them up
to keep ourselves on the ground?
Do I not get to let them all down?
Who the hell are you to lock the door?
Who am I to tell anyone?
How came you so far?
I’m dangled on the winds of false depth.
I can see straight through your painted on limbs.
Do I not get to watch them all drown
Mirror, mirror down the well,
who the hell am I to tell anyone?
How came you so far?
Who the hell are you to lock the door?
Who the hell am I to knock?
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3. |
Imperial Loss
04:56
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I saw you fall awake.
Come to tragedy,
fashioned after a dead fall.
The sun will bend for me,
and allow safe passage.
It’s your turn to plan the wake,
and come to silence;
in passing, as in when we’re late.
I saw you fall awake.
Come to tragedy,
fashioned after the worst parts.
The sun will bend for me,
and offer up the day,
and allow safe passage.
We’ll bury the sky, to cover everything.
We’re wearing the sky under everything.
The sun will bend for me,
and let us drift away.
The sun will pale and fall away,
and beg for us to stay,
and offer us the day,
and allow safe passage.
It’s your turn.
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Black milk from blackened breast
to feed the clotted sun.
Bleed and writhe.
Bits of sick.
Old cloth is wet and wrung.
I’m loath to learn indifferent tides
now rush to meet you there.
How cold has been the sun to me;
how heavy here the wear.
I’d sing, “a pox upon you,” now,
but holy I’m no fun.
I breathe and forage where it’s damp.
How burdened are my lungs.
I try to mend the looking glass
with knives which are not mine.
How painful is it now to see
through eyes I cannot find.
How great has been my misery.
Here buried with no hands,
like flowers pressed between great seas,
I would that we had died.
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Bring with you only what you need;
what you can carry.
Count a thousand moons
and curse them as they pass.
What comes around is vacant now.
Within/without; we are alone.
Pray that we are only knee deep,
‘cause we are burdened
and we are weary.
The goddess of grief,
upon a river of loss;
the glass is half broken,
the knife is fully chrome.
Bring with you only what you need;
what you can carry.
Pray that we are only knee deep,
‘cause we are burdened and we are weary.
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∞ sect
11:00
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I have learned to live
with phantom mourning.
I have poured myself through
the holes you’ve failed to bury.
Preach to me from on high.
Scatter your own ashes far and wide.
Cast your gaze upon me now
with your bright and many eyes.
Shower me in broken shafts
of warmth and love and light.
Let me stand witness as you climb,
and you climb, and you climb.
In your hallowed hands,
I am shaped into whatever you desire.
I am a plaything; sublime.
You could be the light, but that I have eyes.
‘cause man, how I have watched you climb, and climb.
I have watched you climb and climb.
Climb.
And if you take out your eyes,
and I in turn close mine,
we will never have to see ourselves.
We will never know the light.
When I have lived to weep
as I am given to the sky,
when I have hollowed out
every stone you ever gave to me,
reach to me from on high.
I cannot wait to be inside.
Cast your gaze upon me now,
with your bright and many eyes.
Shower me in broken shafts
of warmth and love and light.
Let me stand witness as you climb,
and you climb.
And if you take out your eyes,
and I in turn close mine,
we will never have to see ourselves.
We will never know the light.
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