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17
00:55
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2. |
i miss the woods
02:56
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i walk throughout the birches
on the appalachian trail
i comfort all the oak trees
that the cloud's fellow fell
i strain to sight a dogwood
with its pus covered tail
i sleep with matted heartache
and the kiss of ivy veil
and the bugs are there
and the birds are there
i wake to bismuth lake lap
and a speedboats strident flare
i press my cheek to cotton
so the wind's not lonely there
i peek above the windbreak
and feel my shadow bare
but i dont feel like crying
cause the hammock stroked my hair
and the bugs are there
and the birds are there
i step to pass the threshold
of sacrament dune stair
and feel his heavy hand press
against my tepid air
i open up the doorway
and breathe his thickened air
i finally feel a dreamscape
and it cradles my despair
and he lives in there
but the woods are there
and the bugs are there
and the birds are there
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3. |
rite of protection
04:25
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the doctor’s under my skin
and pale water flows through the stone in my eye
lysergic, I’m opened wide
and the weight of my gut splits the seam in my core
and I’m gone
and I’m gone
the nurse’s quiet touch
there’s a cord on my throat, and a cloth on my eyes
i whisper, the dawn is near
and the nerves of my lungs shine a beam in the air
its coming, I wish I could speak
and I’m gone
its coming, I wish I could speak now
and I’m gone
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4. |
kissing
04:12
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its eyes are made of stone
and its mouth of sweat and oil
its speaks of god and home
and my legs abandon me next
and it hates me, and they hate me
and it hates me, but it holds me
and i press it to my heart
and i hold it to my eye
i think i feel it kissing up my back
the walls and floor are screaming
and my mother's voice is far
the miasmatic chugging
of my hometown's hunger surrounds me
and it cuts me, and it fucks me
and i hate it, but it loves me
i think i feel it kissing up my neck
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5. |
below the bedframe
04:42
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in shadow cowl
my body wakes
and staring up
beholds
something looking
staring wide
twisted round
and starving
there’s a hole
in my bed
and it’s e’er
yawning wider
my spirit sinks
far beneath
to the place
below the bedframe
my body above
devoured whole
and I resigned
remain below
goodnight moon
for I with you
remain for e’er
in lockstep
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6. |
heron (ft. echorift)
03:27
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(instrumental)
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7. |
anphivena
06:03
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umbra, love from another
split my body in two
ribcage peek through the flesh-gate
tongue-growth tasting sinew
penumbra, boiled in zephyr
wrapped joint twisting in clot
skin-wisp, feed me your centre
waxing heart-like in rot
anphivena
mother of moths
hover on creedmoor
umbra, do you believe me
something growing in you
maybe feel my own arms
penumbra, father is gone now
nothing halting the change
shaking, feeling it close
anphivena
lover of moths
covering creedmoor
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8. |
20
01:11
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Oncill Montreal, Québec
musician at times
aka indigo awning
soundcloud.com/oncill
twitter.com/oncillmusic
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