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Exploded View
02:14
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These sins are closed eye strobes
For the deaf dumb and blind
And they blind me
Exploded view
Light slows down till I can race it
But I can't dapple in a clam's shell
No I can't turn the air to love
His ribs spiral within him
We held hands in his mouth
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2. |
Damp Field
01:07
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Early bird breaks the mere myriad of 4d worms that compose me
A dry mealy mucus from his mouth fells my ancestors
I see he is mechanical because I’m very close to him
He hides consciousness behind his shoulderblades
And caws but I feel aweless
And the cold smoke behind him whispers
I thus:
Hold, hold your coquettish designs
Like the damp field holds loose powder
In such close focus
Fresh nudged from darkening bursts against the sky
And trampled
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3. |
Play Us Out, Ya Bish
01:56
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It was blackest night and the holy light that dropped unseemingly onto pavements had long since flickered into existence in the airspace of the streets. But I lay in a black box, under siege from sour visions that flooded the room in dark green lines and spun me by my shoulders while I screamed.
The stars shone from every angle
Above and below me I was
At the point where every beam of
Light converged and I conceived you
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