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my left heart
beats irregular
and there in front of me
is the will that'll
breathe life into the right
my right heart
is uncooprative
a mess of tangled hormones
and dried blood
a different intention each time;
confound these paper thoughts,
they burn so easily
and then you'll see
the sex leaking right out of me
dripping; colourless
the crowd stare as i pick the shattered pieces off the floor
hair stands on end
and starts to sweat
and face turns red
as hearts both start to beat like life depends
oh how the world would be different if it were just me left
or would the world be better off if i just left
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2. |
Stephenson 218
03:29
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when will the empty space between us
close?
it's like being in the stars
but light years away
when will the supernova take the blame?
for pushing us apart and then
swallowing up your galaxy
oh well
because you eclipse the sun
eclipse the sun
a thousand times over
the oxygen
i need to live,
it's yours
because you eclipse the sun
eclipse the sun
ten thousand times over
do you see me,
through your gap?
oh well
i'll admire you still
every day
i will
because you eclipse the sun
eclipse the sun
a million times over
when will the atmosphere between us choke?
and will i still see you when you're gone?
faded away,
eaten away,
exploded away
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3. |
Viviette
03:07
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4. |
No Coward Soul
03:21
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it's you i see
at the bottom of my dreams
greyscale skin and
hair of mercury
now who will sing?
and who will read?
like bronte never told us
to breach the inbetween
as i undying life, have power in thee
no coward soul is mine
so i'll cook yours in metal,
blood
and brine
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5. |
Norfolk Serpent I
04:57
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6. |
Mimicry
04:03
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dull frame
adorned in flower'd fabric
a vicious fauna'd ceramic
dress you've made
they're real in the way
that they only look like us
dull grey
serrated form of plastic
a snarling type of drastic
mess you've made
it's real in the way
that it only looks us
since we relinquish
all of our
bodies' function
we never signed your form
we were never there
so it's only real in the way
that it looks like ours
it's real in the way
that it only looks like ours
so spill me out until you find one of my mistakes
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spin creases up your arm
the weaver's web looks agony
but does no harm
she spins manifold late alarms
but the folds are quite a ways out
and the hems have such a charm
a way out
the spider finds a way out alive
spin creases up your arm
the seamstress will correct all
of that harm
it's the shirt that folds itself
gathering dust upon a shelf
and the hems have a new colourway
and the seamstress looks away
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8. |
Regicide / Edible Art
05:55
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the emperor is dead
long live the empress
she'll rule with steel too rigid
and oaths too shrill
so practiced,
her deepened breaths
they close on a whisper
and hunt down the colours still missing
from her iris
sees the world for reddened light, she
seized the mirror cracked with blight
rearranged the glass unto a frame;
covering thier portrait,
sex leaking out of the paint
-
her brushstrokes like petals
it pleases them to see where she's been
a land to escape
or broken landscape
the cracks in the page
quiver her mouth
and pencil lines like flowers
uprooted from the dirt
caught between her teeth and her tongue
as they make their exit
from the earth
covering their portrait,
sex leaking out of the paint
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9. |
Norfolk Serpent II
10:48
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10. |
The Drought (The Body)
03:01
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winter, winter
emeraldine descent
winter, winter
show me your assent
glossing over
the body of the text
the spring will show
the leaves all dead
whisk me away
though we know it's too late
(summer drained the grass)
this could be our great escape
undulate
(the emeralds turned grey)
the veins grow too great
for the blood to concentrate
and by then you'll be miles away
(but the rain is miles away)
so whisk me away
take me away
eventually the autumn sun will come
and then we'll run away
to make our great escape
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