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Black Mold
03:14
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Streetlights darken
as it passes
Pull up to the house
and the radio turns to static
Stopping rain with upturned palms
Feeling falling
Wind weaving
through water trails
It took a step back
as if to pounce
Then spoke words
I've never heard
And the curse lives on
And the curse lives on now
_
"There is no escaping"
_
Flesh turns to scales
molting every other morning
Waking to cold
like frosted moss
Quiet in the eve
of the white death
Quiet in the wake
of the white death
Stillness conquers
the atmosphere
As a singular cell
floating above
the wind blown crystal sand
Calmness like a recurring dream
Panic trapped
Under a frozen dial
Time stops for a melting moment
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Predicament
04:35
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"I'm in.. kind of a predicament.. and I.. so.."
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Mirror Aura
08:27
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The flaws that hide
cast out into light
The filter you wear
is no longer there
Reflections I cast
exposing your past
The timbre the tone
it's out of its throne
My aura is a mirror
It's staring at you
It's never been clearer
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Dissolving incarnate
Meager and bleak
Shroud so strong
Flesh hardly speaks
Omnipresence reduced
to a (single) vessel of wounds
A tower of vulnerable
A vile of noon
Collapsing explanation
Incapable of thought
Soul centre of the sun
Microscopic
Parched by biblical drought
Tumbling in forever
Reaching out
A war that has never been won
Reflections off the lens of despair
A partogram of unholy patterns
Prayers for the true present
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5. |
Window Spider
06:00
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An apparition of
a black hornet manifests
Tethered to the physical realm
through only my eyes
Found sanctuary in solace
and rest in the walls
Behind a painting of trees
Blisters and welts
from frantic welding
Yielding a secret to reflect
Doors. Fractal lightning
Chipping away
at another chapter
A page on the calendar
floats away
An imperial line
begins to stray
Watch as i throw addiction into oblivion
I meet it halfway
_
In a Field
I call its bluff
What could scare me now
Sut fills the lungs (of Earth)
Shriveled black mass
Silt lines the rivers
and dries them up
into frightened carvings gasping
The medium spits out garbage
Straight to the source
beyond this day
Statues dismantle
Features erode into amputations
"You will all
revert to your molds."
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Begotten
A grey wash
Resource guard
Be where I'm dead
Where the smoke lies
Surrounded with ones
Who are just not there
Placer of obstacles
in front me, in front of you
Disassociate
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"Built up walls around secrets
like a fortress"
Live two lives
Live two lives
Secrets die
Secrets die
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I left my bones
to bleach in this Earth
I left my bones
to bleach in this Earth
I was locked
in a box in the ground
The Earth was then
forced in the void
It was there I spent
years and dissolved
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It is flesh between
my ivory fangs
Felt its poison coursing
through my skull
Vomiting in my veins
Tusks kissed me
on the knuckles
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8. |
Bitch From Birth
04:29
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It takes all lives
pointing its limbs the the hall
Depleting the air
of something to hold
Cold, in sad form
Conjure spirits of elders
with no remorse
Nothing to breath or feel
it disappears
With no remorse
Cold, in sad form
Nothing to hold
Depleting the air
Limbs down the hall
Nothing to breath
Nothing to feel
It disappears
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Orphan / Foreshadowing
10:15
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Negative blades of grass
Many moons orbit past
Glistening tears, shatteringly bright
Wading in the pool of night
Drenched in a sheet of anti-light
Opposite
_
Feel the inevitable pull
of slumber's beckoning grasp
All efforts to defeat the beast
will prove futile
When summer becomes
Sweltering and stagnant
Autumn brings a chance for death,
and ultimately renewal
Winter's crown is visible
Spring of successor
No one
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Vial of Noon
Improviser/composer, often duo, sometimes collective.
Available for film scoring and other projects.
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