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The God of Parallax
04:51
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There is a god,
The Tiniest of gods,
An immovable force that quickens.
His is a world
Built on parallax
& Its emblem is known as The Heavenly Swan.
There’s a way in this world
Built on parallax
That appears to be light like a breeze.
For the wind, so they hope,
One day will blow back
With a gracious hand
& Bring stillness to the trees.
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This tiny god
With his trembling hand
Has no sway with the older, inveterate gods.
With a stamp of his foot
Behind parallax
In a bluster, he bore down a terrible storm.
On the back of a book
About circumstance,
He did scratch out a decree
That the way in this world
Is to trust no man
& To wander steadfast into your own kind of breeze.
There’s a saying in this world
We call paradise
At the edge of everything
That the weight of this world
Acts as parallax
& I can’t imagine what it’ll look like when we leave.
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Misery
06:46
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When the misery is ripe
In the middle of the night
Like a fruit forbidden
In the belly of your kitchen,
Like the bitter seeds inside.
Partly panic, partly fright,
Partly restlessness of mind.
Like the sea is swaying
Waiting for the false-move-making
Bees to head back to the hive.
Look how they ride the wave!
Look how they make seem real the daydream!
Look at the consternation in their eyes!
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When you raise the devil
There’s no guarantee you’ll go to heaven,
There’s no certainty you’re even going to lay down.
You’ve got goodbyes to wave,
You’ve got a tide you can’t abate &
You drew the constellations in the sky.
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In the blessings and good tidings
There’s a knowing glance aside.
Flowers open up to rain.
In the street the mimic smiles,
Every lyrebird goes lying.
Still, you’re holding up your head.
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The Storm's Unquiet Eye
05:01
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The words themselves are wisdoms.
That grass that knows the way toward
The waves that sway a silent greeting
To the colour at the end of every day.
The way your hair hangs lightly
& The way the sky feels clear despite the rain.
The safely kept first promise,
The wind that howls around your solemn
Face that bears the realisation
That long as said wind howls then scarce is change.
Still, the safely kept first promise
That, much like a contrite heart, keeps hands ablaze.
Partly belongs to the air.
Partly belongs to the world.
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All migratory birds stood
Still under a pigeon grey sky-
Line remembering The Great Auk,
Dodo & Old Moa & in turn,
Remembering a sky once
Noisy with the language of the air.
In every nest a mantle,
On each stands three framed images of
Winged council brave & fallen,
Hunted from their thousands down to naught.
Committed now to history,
A warning of the Treason everywhere.
Partly belongs to the air.
Partly belongs to the world.
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4. |
The First Promise
03:45
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Where there’s nothing between us but our breath
I won’t let you down.
There are songs in you that I haven’t heard yet
So bird-like let them out.
Turn your collar up to cold,
Bury your feet in the fallen snow,
and Let your eyelids softly close.
For winter is barely beginning.
When you lay down beside me in our bed
I want nothing more.
There are dreams of you careening around my head
Fragile as sparrows.
Shut the whole world out tonight.
As you lay there bathed in a pale blue light
Let your eyelids softly close.
Winter will never get in here.
If you wake up with nightmares in your head
I will chase them off.
There’s a place where you and I will be perfect,
Not far from here.
So I bare my chest & say
Nervous as I am, I can’t look away.
You’re a portrait of the future,
You’re a picture in a frame,
You’re as precious as the black pearls that your mother gave you on your birthday.
& Oh, you are a lighthouse to me.
Where there’s nothing between us but our breath.
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The Horse of God
06:51
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