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Sanguinary Star
05:35
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In the ether tenebrous and cold
Beneath the shadows of your wings unfolding
Feathers in the air, the leaves beneath the oak
And your fingers underneath my clothing
The starlight on the branches and the rising of the moon
Your eyes reflect the moonlight and my solitude
The weeping of the world is like a haunting lullaby
I'd never know you otherwise (my sanguinary star)
Quite romantic, the presence of the dead
Entombed with avarice in my sepulcher
Woven heart, cloth of capillary thread
Woven memories that reoccur
The starlight on the branches and the rising of the moon
Your eyes reflect the crumbling stones that build my tomb
The weeping of the world is like a haunting lullaby
You'd never find me otherwise (my sanguinary star)
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Nothing
03:18
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They're selling pictures of the blight
They are blind, they are blind, they are blind
They mean to sink another line
Bear in mind, bare in mind, barren mind
In payment of nothing
Cursing and shoving
You wanted nothing
You wanted nothing
You wanted nothing
Feasting and fucking
Teasing and plucking
You wanted nothing
You take upon yourself the answers to the questions that were never asked sincerely
They snuff the embers in our eyes
We are blind, we are blind, we are blind
We feed a carnal appetite
They're aligned, there benign, their decline
You take upon yourself the questions of the answers offered clearly
Such a stormcloud we've seen here before
Such a hailstorm to rap upon your door
The breaking of the world, the dawn of the dusk
Such a sinkhole for so little sunk
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Spire
06:18
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We whisper in the candle light, I look into your eyes
The solace of the night time, in solitude we wait for the dawn
Alone to sanctify the verses in our minds
The reflection of the moonrise, a crown made of feathers from a swan
Driftwood lattice in an arch upon the hill
The autumn is approaching, its trepidation singing in the wind
Our feet upon the grass, the world descending still
The smoke dispersing, the city lights have dimmed
I remember the first fires rising to limn the horizon at the edge of night, when the world before seemed a dream and the world after a memory. The stars coalesce into spirals to echo the descent. We spoke less and less of the future. We fell into each others' arms in solidarity of grief. I wonder whether I am still awake. I wonder what it is that our dreams reflect. And on and on into the future, this harrowing spire.
And the solace of the night time, the clots are threading deep
In solitude the enervation, the weavers of our sleep
In incremental implements of intercession
In iridescent decadence of coronation
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Shanti
05:52
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You lift me high and watch me fall away from grace
The dancing shadows fall upon your face
The icon in the mirror
The echo of the chimes
Another world is opening within the captive moonlight
My reflection in the waters of the font immersed in blue white
A severance of silence
A measuring of time
The patterns of the leaves recall ancient geometries whose name and number have passed beyond the realms of brutish temporality. I once heard the magpies speaking in whispers of the lost foundations of the continents, hidden deep within ancestral memory.
The broken mirror glass, the face among the shards
I seek for clearer grasp, a message in the cards
You beheld it too, you beheld it in the mirror of the night
The passing of the centuries in moments
The crenelations crumble to the ground
Never to receive the final sound
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