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Boundless Brine
03:37
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we try a frustration borne when the imagined waves of potential crash against reality’s immovable shores “all I had wrought I abandoned to the faith of the faithless years” if the reward of suffering is experience then the reward of experience is suffering wrapped in nascent light I want nothing more than the arms of sleep to embrace me whole or push me out from the cyclical howling weeks and the fiat value of everything rather than the hate the shore and a filthy anecdote strewn beach so I seethe and wreak havoc on those I need and spit and writhe and rue the lack of time a resignation borne a slight submission while kicking and screaming against the blackest midnight sea
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Nocked Blade
01:16
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the world is a prism by optics deranged with metrics on flat paper the value of life outmaneuvered forged measure of success eased by Occam’s nocked blade narrowed in the iron sights of Chekhov’s gun the question as a weapon is more power than a thousand blazing suns any real evidence of life is but politicized opinion always and forever the skeptic the question our only weapon
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Prairie Wolf
01:43
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prairie wolf singing dog with a call that's rung for millennia I have seen on the slope with magnificence you lope along I can sift and wade through oppression lasting wake as you are seen it all and you always carry on I can't conceive what the lobbyists believe be it cow or sheep to cut our country deep at its heart
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After Virtute at Rest
05:48
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once we were two slightly misunderstood I've seen you cry, rage and spread your love the best that you could now we are five a bed and hearts that are full my brown eyes took in all that the years claimed for themselves I've seen unbridled anger and joy up close I’ve seen the world from afar through a lowered window on Friday mornings from the seats of a van enthralled in the sounds I don't quite understand I nudged you with my head an apology soft a growl from beneath my mom's side of the bed I remember my youth a lifetime ago that room I was sent when I ran and I strayed every night down the hall I walk suspect and slow suspicious of shadows in that door half-way closed you'd like to think I forgive you your intermittent absence my conception of time so imperfectly bent against the constructs of man the freeway's white hum I will be here looking and thinking searching and strong when the day is done I'll rest when I'm tired in the afternoon sun curl up and wait for you with your multiplied lives I smirk slyly in warmth of the days passing by the slow march of time drawn away from me by a song we're all that we have and never know what it is until it's perfectly gone
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Cairn
01:55
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Instrumental
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Death to the Late
02:45
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we had a long-standing agreement let me leave the key because I cannot wait festina lente festina cursim, locomote dislocate a curved crescent force on the fields of Cannae, somnambulant somniloquy death to the late of mumbled verbiage a stupid Esperanto speak irreversible as the ever-coursing hands that flee the sun’s merciful wake at the end of the day Mariana profound queen of my relief mapped the deepest part of the ocean floor topos on weathered hands and feet one day all will reach the shadow where no hours show and ring true in darkness sweet time like an ever-rolling stream bears all its suns away whether by the throat or a like a thief the only measure is labor done not days
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Continental Drift
02:30
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when the conversation stumbles and sways when the conversation staggers and swells drunk on verisimilitude and speculation outside the boundaries of polite convention all are woven veils of different shades maybe I’m not interested in proving right or wrong true or false the ephemeral empyrean or I just don’t care what eternal darkness you choose or how rhetorical acrobatics dignify a millennium of unmitigated abuse don’t lead because I will not follow don’t follow because I will not lead
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consciousness the most beautiful gift vast chaos could present does purpose give or take a constant, degaussed stolid din of tedium a “delicate monster” while we sleep and wake demolish and remake and never heal all the way but if there is a truth that truth may be that clearly there are too many of us walking on the earth uniquely ugly in our own individual ways an exception to any given rule a lumbering gait a disinterested gaze for an inattentive state what is left to be seen where next Newton where next Shackleton what vision is left and is anyone asking
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Damnatio Memoriae
01:56
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come up in the 40s and 50s reared on the wealth of government investment come to age as aimless hippies to the you decade of the 1980s it’s more nuanced now seen from a distance where everyone was in their correct location ego face and comfort of race that foggy mud and short-term memory to drown the young in your mistakes man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest likewise we will never be free until the last generation is strangled with the entrails of the last Republican
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The Hurdled Ford
02:32
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“History as the teacher reminds us that it is more than the lies of the victors. It is also the self-delusions of the defeated. In a certain sense in which those who refuse to recognize the reality of what happened in 1916 are suffering from that kind of delusion, they can’t come to terms with the reality of what is achieved, because they find it so difficult to come to terms with what is the brutal reality—that violence can work.”
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