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O FORAGER
01:51
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O Preserver,
Forget what remains and what was lost
You cannot revive everything to what it was
Do not waste energy on resurrection
Nothing was as good as you remember
Holding it close, you embalm apparitions that never were
O Destroyer,
Locusts spew from your mouth consuming my mother’s nurturing radiance
So she turned to scorched earth processes, decimating everything
Smoldering, the spread was stunted if only for a season
Her skin, now marked
She is less than what she was
O Forager,
lick the water off the leaves
sweep the soil for minerals
though you are alone you are not absent from this place
for when you fall your soul will seep back to simple lodgings
you will know again what it means to be full and satisfied
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VARIATION
01:55
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bask in welcoming tides
Its touch was quick, and once satisfied, vanished
such are simple urges
not yet oracle, take the course with no assurance
through the jowl, you are sinew if only for a moment
to travel into and onto flinching currents
An endless nebula of ever after,
forlorn and placed all helter skelter is set within an interior,
where it cannot escape,
to house the things we easily forget
Metamorphosed,
marble is cool to the touch
in pylons of obsidian an image stirs
No longer able to hold a fixed presence
Lathered in loss, misfortune coats you
Could a fractured voice rouse sympathy and quell restlessness?
Awake,
all are drawn by the melody of your slumber
They cannot resist tasting your honey wine aura
Peering into the unspoken mire,
doubt
It is difficult to give yourself so completely
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AT THE LAKE
02:13
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In the water I hope to dissolve all that resists me
The light dances along the edge, is it dawn already?
I see my breath
It asks,
What is it that draws you near?
Please turn back
Go away
There is nothing for you here
Try as I may, I continue my gaze
until my image breaks apart
Who was it that cast the stone?
I am a rippled black mass
My body moves in and out
I grow long and thin
I will leave when I am whole
I ask again, Who was it that cast the stone?
It was me and I have always known
The water is still once again
I am cold on the shore
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