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Flint & Tinder
04:38
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a dampness conjoins with my skin
the rustling of trees communicates with my sleep
the skies conform beyond me
inconspicuous, but sure
they signal a brightness (…)
discarding some black to coalesce with the blue
an iodopsin release
they signal a brightness that
(io-)
i wish i’d known would not
(-dopsin)
again be seen
(retina)
we take great care of the materials in place
these contours
these lips
these gyrating hips
am i insane or is this it?
all this flint and tinder
it’s a transcending efflux
what else could this be but a perfect discovery?
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2. |
Perfecsion
03:41
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an arrival, we see
controversial, with hints of chicanery
the tactician deceives whomever they please
this image reaches far beyond the optical limits,
and paints this story’s next scene
here, we have potpourri; its aroma saturates the tent
a ventriloquist works to intrigue and enthrall
the children sit idle
the adults scratch and squirm
the dummy’s mouth flaps
entertaining them all
its plastic teeth speak superficial words of jest
speckles of insight hidden beneath
next, we have intimacy
at least, the kind that we dream
precisely the kind that he dreams
...oh, that’s her
we fail to understand our own thoughts
and yet, we find...
the perfect discovery
the perfect illusion
and so, the cycle begins
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3. |
Cyclic: Bereft to Sodden
04:38
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revolvers of the brain
bullets careening through nerves
hemispheric petals, a neurological dichotomy
colorful and aromatic
logical, intuitive signals polarize to keep us alive
her head nestles into his pale chest
sunlight fades as shivers dance and play
bereft of equilibrium weights
salts of life will saturate the depths
enriched droves of stimulated cells
most grow; others wither away
her head presses against the cold bed
our gloomy faces tell the tales of dread
we are discursive
persevere, durator
please endure
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4. |
Honir I: Durator
07:23
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tissues harden in the seat that grips my back
i feel the ascent thrusting me upward
plosivity at its finest moment
launching me into a tumescent atmosphere
i’ve settled in
an intrusive force attracts this mind
i want to know more
i cannot fathom
what is truly an axiom
now i have settled in
settled in, dubious
intrusions multiply, will weakens
tissues with bad tone riddled with adhesions
i wish i’d known
those wondrous feelings would not again be felt
cathedrals of hearts
towers of spite
gargantuan might
motions to the hole
my teeth feel fuzzy
hygiene to the wayside
i must make her happy for us to coincide
terrible breath, incessant stress
heal me
oh, panacea
cathedrals of hearts
towers of spite
gargantuan might
our souls
i can assure those looking in from extraneous lenses
i am still virile
a man simply staggered by the empty throes of space
i’m on a mucronate path
propelling across a vast expanse
i am the prescient traveler
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5. |
Honir II: Traveler
06:35
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intrusive, a vulnerability
peer through the eye for endless insight
who follows the rule of a man they never knew?
yap, yap, yap
and, i was supposed to be mantic
so damn different from the frantic
but my emotional supports are failing
my next option;
philanthropic?
change the topic, failing fledgling
enter this space and travel so far
hearts and spite, stars and light, embark
dim light, gargantuan fright
“take us home”
“faster!”
i’d always tried to ensconce myself
but i might be untethered, altogether, on forever
my aperture may just be blocked
like a persistent pupillary membrane
so i’ll strap on this vest
a tunic so durable
to fight off the remnants
and attain vision at its best
someday soon
i’ll have corrected this detrimental acuity
then, we can carry on the burdens that have not yet been addressed
so, we’ll fight
and fight on
nothing can combat my objective mind
ocular movement, please respond
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clarity returns
i can now discern
what helps me grow
and when a companion implodes
signals of life
fortified eyes
i’ll follow strides
like cones do light
exist clean
we’ll all gleam
panacea spirit
bursting with light
now, i can detach from these pointless fights
i still miss her, time to time
those contours, those lips, those gyrating hips
i took great care of the materials in place
come on brain, stop pestering me
we did the best we could, or so i thought
oh no, please cease
i’m tearing apart
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an intrusive perturbation
clouded eyes, shredded insight
bursting at the seams
i can detach and endlessly fight
dissension’s upon us
a deadly vacuum discarding our hearts
to coalesce with the darkness
we cannot stop this
p=mv no matter how far we run away from whatever we started
give me a moment
just let me think
it isn’t over
just let me speak
dilate my arteries, constrict my veins
time travel, my heart
memories remain
woven from quantum vibrations
grains of matter, light, time, and space
sketch the likelihood of survival
my panacea spirit
obstructed from view
iridescent is the planetary spectrum
but a colorless wind is all i desire
an extrinsic touch
a shiver to dance with
interactive love
no more shadowless play
boundless voyeurs beyond the horizon
incomplete, uncertain; we are lost
i should have known
i should have known
shroud me with guilt
watch as i reach new heights, despite the wither
a thirst for her mustn’t dry my lonely, chapped lips
cough into the mist
an evening retreat
torn at the seams
a disaster became a dream
this engine is not what it seemed
saunter through the dome; a panorama
numbed out to the bone; a welcomed break from repugnant strain
putrid head
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8. |
Honir V: Putrefaction
06:01
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a litigious intrusion
a vertiginous pace
an accident of life, combined
natural forms
was it really the wagon wheel and wet laundry that led him
to write of atomism?
just one last dance, virtuous soul
your eyes went shooting through my heart
to wake my dormant thought
look now, i’m desperate and distraught
with love that tears my life apart
[lucretius, 99-55 BC]
just one last dance in the sun’s beams (putrid head!)
just an exchange of invisible blows (infinite dread!)
and a virtuous soul
my desire to return careens
a man and his flawless love ruled over it all
signals of life
fortified eyes
i’ll follow strides
and rewrite time
just one last dance exchange
virtuous soul, return
cracked horizon
sight into the darkest rings
myopic, no logic
profound loss
hard tissues degrading throughout these fragile shards
ocular moves no longer respond
complete putrefaction
panacea, burst with poison
i just cannot detach
i am destined to be killed
stretching to death may just be my druthers
next to this frivolous girl of gold
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9. |
Girl of Gold
01:27
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an evening retreat
a cough into the mist
the tactician deceives whomever they please
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10. |
Lunacy
12:40
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throw your life away
suckling pruned decay
intrude, colossal hemispheres
induce madness upon him
//emotional reactor//
“look what you have made me do”
“it could not have been my fault”
oh, how he yearns for a mechanical brain
oh, how he yearns for a mechanical brain
//emotional reaction//
“maybe it was an honest mistake?”
“take this part out, sew my brain shut”
in time, he’ll recall the good in you
‘girl of gold,’ a tactician in review
flint once sparked the tinder
illusions reached optical limits
he has been torn in half
encroach on the madness!
he’ll wildly gear up
to be paralyzed
in sleep (leave!)
oh, how he yearns for a mechanical brain
“a hut, made of mud
messages delivered through apparitions
warning me of voyeurs
of differing contours
they told me to go back
to go back and fill the cracks
so that they can’t see me for who i am
a man for which the tactician can distract”
watch now
as he burns illusions down
take in his crass, mumbled words
absorb them all to use as a lure
jot down the chaos he seeps
simply ignore all he’s beseeched
behold! a starved, hapless lunatic
but he can’t just throw his life away
throw your life away, pruned decay
senseless blowback
unclear mind hack
a barb in his back
senseless, the torment will stack
an engine of chaos will turn
an engine of chaos churns
whispers of a branded life
ornamented by her awful cries
her choice pressed him to lunacy
oh, how he yearns for a mechanical brain
throw your life away
suckling pruned decay
“suckling pruned decay...
chokes off…
pruned decay…
chokes off her twisted face”
accept fate, in your relic glow
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11. |
Relic Glow
10:04
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the bulb flickered
formerly a warning
now an egregious malfunction
it came loose (the support, my supports)
set adrift by an ageless mistake
plastered to the seat
collapsed in space
cathedrals of hearts
towers of light
gargantuan might
motions to the hole
absorb and integrate
translocate
growth can take many forms
metamers, shoots, and fruits
decompose what used to be green
carbon compounds appearing identical in my gaze
atom number and type all matched through initial inspection
but, distribute the radicals differently and alter its glow
cathedrals of stars
towers of light
gargantuan might
motions to the hole
they, they sigh
at the sight, oh...
the cytoplasm
the cytoplasm, the vacuoles
still process new growth
orbit around all that you know
and be obtuse
stretch
“what more can i do?
i have always missed you
my love, i ask of you: please forget me
so that you won’t have to endure the terror of our world
as it all began to warp...
i saw its face
the creator of all
rutilant in glory of the highest
what the zealots said was true all along
chaotic ruminations spin within my remains
i opened my mouth to speak
to ask forgiveness
just then, my mind stretched over the horizon
the relic glow amidst the face of god
hands reach out to me
the ageless mistake, manifest"
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