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Fragments of a Distant Light

by SHAHMAN

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1.
Into the fog 03:20
2.
Every morning the music pours through the crack in my door and into my ears disassembling the silence of a sleeping room a crow of sorts a morning bird I am left only to frown and scrape together the remains of night
3.
Driving through Texas lush greenery contrasts the sunburnt lawns set afire by unrelenting heat the birds all sound different here
4.
My love grew each time for the body in the lake it's curving belly always afloat it's still head studying the sky it was never a chore to reach the crest and follow it's shape as I descended to it's shore
5.
We couldn't tell if it was the sun or moon that hung so indecisively above the treetops below the purple sky that opened it's giant mouth to let out the dark waiting so patiently for us and the loon to sit a little longer
6.
Stale breath of death dusty skin following the wind rusty hair of the lip lining glass muffled cotton ears pressed to sound inside my mind, beautiful eyes a golden haze illuminate the mind's eye
7.
I watched them through the window come off of Bruyere to pass the flowers and the dying tree across the weathered deck among the birds and wasps I saw him touch the handle on the door and as he pulled, I felt relief they sat on the bench with brown and tearing skin across the slab of counter that I leaned on as I worked I watched the steam rise from the mugs in their hands it rose and danced between the words they formed
8.
When I drop the needle even fire years later after many seasons have turned my life reflects a dream burdened by memory and how it all played out I didn't know I'd miss those things when the inhibitions die and the feeling remains these songs haunt me
9.
Our skin had changed we wore the scent of earth and rain it was soft and brown after being out under the sun we found ourselves in a field dust leapt up around our ankles searching through a sandy row tilting bodies to find the darkest berries from the green runners we found
10.
I turn to leave the van under the orange lights of a downtown parking lot a cold pile of metal it sits collecting snow looking at my feet I dial your name I watch for ice as I wait you answer the phone as if we talk every day I almost feel sorry since it's been so few and far between in the morning I watch you pull in through the grey you idle as we wait talking through the sliver in your window the engine turns so we drive to the corner to the china town gate unsure of what to say I pump gas and listen to traffic on the street you hand me a twenty dollar bill so I mutter a thank you as I avoid your eyes I really want to smile to let go of what we have but I can’t
11.
I am a child in the woods sweeping track with boughs of pine
12.
She sung into my back as the room spun an anxious body, her warm hand circled between my shoulders as I stared into the dark it was the only thing that would allow my eyes to fall and sleep begin
13.
Down the cracking path narrow near I find you sitting in a chair staring at the woods sounds of birds and a far off motor carried by the wind to our ears you sit I sit and we watch the trees dance the chair you occupy is fading the green is nearly gone the plastic almost white you hardly notice with a drink in your hand
14.
Fragments of a distant light stretch and illuminate the void my pupils dilate to receive its fading visions they fall softly from above while I dream they stream into my consciousness as I pace the streets like beads of precipitation they land at my feet forming small lakes that bear my image so I crane my neck to see your body next to mine the red of your warm skin our feet running amongst the trees the low light of the forest as the day prepares to rest here we are together again
15.
Alone with my mother we speak through the trees when I'm with my mother we weep through my knees alone with my mother sitting by the fence when I'm with my mother we sleep in the peace

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Recorded February 14, 2016 at B Town studios
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Collin Young
Words by Peter and Robert Johnson
Art by Joucous
Insert art by Peter and Joucous
Cover photo by Steph Johnson
Released 09/23/2016 by Art of the Uncarved Block (UB 007)

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released September 23, 2016

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