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Zoea
02:54
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adrift on waves, crashing aimlessly
it’s acceptable, it’s a way to be
push against, or flow on out to sea
there’s a purpose in that futility
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Thirst
03:49
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everything that moves in the light
is driven by the lapping waves
enclosed beneath a calcareous sky
a lake so vast, black, and deep
the landscape that we live within
its green border mirrors another
down below, a coursing expanse
invisibly, our dark outline
vessels that rise suspended by
everything that moves in the light
is its source in the hidden depths?
does it spring from the thousand wells?
an expanse beyond our searching grasp,
known in shape but not in mass
vessels that rise suspended by
wires and ropes held in your hands
pumped and towed by the scaffolding
that you constructed in your thirst
trestles support the twisting probes
drawn aloft by restless windmills
aqueducts strain under weight
flowing against your upward pull
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Org Chart
01:43
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put up the org chart
it’s just something I felt
a hornbeam-dappled afternoon
hate to say, it’s another late reply
in all my breath
an aide to take the pretense
how to know what is gained?
framed in the doorway
a lean to your smile
blinding in the afternoon
my dear friend
relieve me of this pretense
tell me what have you gained?
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A Glimmer...
01:00
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Advancing
04:44
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sensing a brightness behind my eyelids
long before context ever arrives
a vague unfamiliarity
seizing the margins of my thoughts
the return of words, language never looks
the same way twice
I stare at lines that won’t ever meet
searing light floods my whole mind
a third line trapped inside
we were made from a surplus of elements
none of them meant to be this inflexible
they should separate and bend
a new shape conveys the prior meaning
that an impact could never redefine
the full complete form
I stare at lines that won’t ever meet
searing light floods my whole mind
a third line trapped inside
there it remains
framed in space
there it remains
slowly advancing
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each time I pass the stairs
I look up expecting to see
something I left behind elsewhere
but there it is — a hole in the wood
through which streams from deep within
a pool in the middle of a pool in the middle of a pool
what should I do with undisclosed knowledge?
will it immediately disappear?
like sunlight after it seeps into the ground?
a forest forever watching,
an acorn on the cliff's edge
it's uncanny.
it's a glimmer of spring.
it's siren birds.
it could almost be home.
like sunlight after it seeps into the ground
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Fawn
04:00
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in the morning as the distant sea heaves
a golden silence envelopes me
between blades bent to the breeze
you called out desperate to be seen
the loudest sound you had ever made
a blur, so fast, I hesitate
you are the light that lifts dawn up from the earth
wending through branches, it illuminates the path
you are the light in a space we cannot claim
shining facets tossed behind the wake
within the motion, a flash of clarity
a moment so brief, I hesitate
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8. |
Crystal Heat
04:02
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hood hangs, a chewed kiss, texture now feather-slick
glowing in blue-green, show me a low tree, crystal heat
egrets drift in the slack evening,
I think I hear them hushing their wings, circling
take a deep breath, wipe off the sweat
sunk in moss, devoid of dread
mirror of your eye fills the whole sky
we're in our riverbed
a deep flat thud rings, annotated swells that bring
my face against the lake, shutting lids tight, slough the weight
so it isn’t? is it not? now is it?
oh it’s gone, all right
know that limerence does come to fade
take a deep breath, wipe off the sweat
sunk in moss, devoid of dread
mirror of your eye fills the whole sky
we're in our riverbed
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Bromeliad
04:07
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bromeliad, the color of your eyes
it hangs in the space just beyond our sight
a little weight, I hold it with my two hands
and contemplate the color of your eyes
I know this space, felt it in my chest before
but now that you’re here, that space feels fuller than I can bear
lines of your brow form a question silent, patiently
it waits within the color of your eyes
I knew when I saw them
an object trapped in a corner of my memory
occasionally lit by errant angles of light
distant and warm, aching in a longing way
it takes the shape and color of your eyes
I knew when I saw them
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Interior Seas Petaluma, California
Interior Seas is a band from Sonoma County, California founded by Dean Tisthammer, a longtime mebmer of the North Bay DIY/punk music community.
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