1. |
The Bird's Eye
03:45
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The bird’s eye
sees nothing
but myriad creatures.
hidden improbable
visible light
clear forever
high speeds
all right by me
eye sees
blurs right to me
the engine
a roaring sound
through thin air
persistent howl
dazed
chased around
the bird’s eye
sees nothing
but white noise creatures
Hidden
and probably right
clear invisible sound
high speeds
all right by me
eye sees
blurs right to me
overhead it’s all a haze
sees nothing left
The bird’s eye
sees all the blur that we do
high speeds
all right by me
eye sees
blurs right to me
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2. |
Witness to Fiction
03:32
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Her candle wick burns slowly.
She feels her vision grey
The ashen world before her
a charcoal woolen scarf
The charcoal woolen scarf she wears
produced in heaven’s mill
by looming hunking ghosts
the ragged seers of desperate hopes
Wandering these great halls like lost gods
darlings of the industrial lords
They pass - towering over the world below
A clear mind would clear the room.
Would she leave or be there still?
Would she stand with you and speak in lost languages?
Would she answer you with simple words?
The silence breaks I speak in verse
I try so hard to believe in words
I witness and I testify:
The millions lost weren’t mine
Late night TV still makes her cry
such deep and careworn tears
The scarf she wears of charcoal grey
a great dark loss beneath the waves
I live in a fictional world of ghosts
This mortal veil our world enrobes
We are but shadows passing through the ice below
A clear mind would clear the room.
Would she leave or be there still?
Would she stand with you and speak in lost languages?
Would she answer you with simple words?
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3. |
Diligence
05:32
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Turn out all the lights
and softly whisper in my ear
your anger
recompense
for losses in this mess
Gentle epithets
are searing
through your teeth
and lips
and fingers
at your mouth
no screams will drown us out.
Selfless visions
mannerisims
all you saw as good intentions.
Diligence
is conscious thoughtlessness.
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4. |
Surprise and Surmise
07:05
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Conclusions reached
Truth to beseech
I’m no longer surprised
Faith unbelieved
Fate unreceived
I’m no longer surprised
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Burning Palace Cedar Falls, Iowa
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