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Public strain
02:44
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Distortion lives in this frayed and sudden silence
entrails of a lost dynamic
causing soul to rumble
thunder of the inner eye
move me not by noise but the volume of your soul
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Raw face
expanding light into this
the thing that we create
mellow heat seeps out of nothing
multiple single view
blessed few
this chance to feel
somewhere to moan
escape to our flesh
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Coughing up soul
howling to the gods
speaks their tongue
a second language never understood
your place is there
among the noise
to float
to use up all the air
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I am but countless shapes
infinite lives
perspective painted by this light
from this soil that strikes me
from every way
independent from nothing
how do I appear to you
beyond those eyes
above this mess of space
underneath the vastness
we strangely see as one
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5. |
Like an old friend
01:47
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Everything I am
pardoned by this stalemate
a million questions
this dimension of nothing
induced by possibility
this body skewed by the necessity
to replenish
even the new becomes old
out of focus and distant
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6. |
Gateway
02:51
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Crooked tongue
figure of my youth
shallow breathing hick
knee deep in shadow
quiet in your pride
I belong
to this solemn imperfection
continuous bond
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7. |
Fur
02:39
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I am aware
as you stretch and fold
that I am here
a witness to myself
eye of whatever
never less or more
in striking your skin I will bruise
captive to your essence
tender for my presence
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8. |
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This dead flesh is a garden bed
of fresh perspective
truth blooms as I blend
further into nothingness
what are you but a piece of me
together I am matter
background white noise fodder for your dreams
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