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It’s burning all the time
Through tenements and hillsides, blowing
Heirlooms on the wall
Hurtle down the hallway headlong
To my heart
A piano plays the part
Over and over
It won’t stop
But from the pit of loss
Returned to us
Part of who we were
Who are we now?
From the fighters to the sea
Far away, but something follows me
As I go from the ring to the wild
I call out at the top of my lungs
And in the bellows I can hear my soul
Through the bellows I have seen all
On the pyre
Consumed by fire
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The Ward
05:58
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You’ll be alright
Through the night
You’ll be alright
Through the night
We’ll pretend, override our dread
We’ll pretend, underwrite our words
Breathe again
Hold the sea
Stop, repeat
The sight of the white and the lights
Breathe again
Bite our tongues
Fill the lungs
The scent of the bleach and the blood
Breathe again
A soiled clean
A shroud and screen
The feel of the steel and the sheets
Breathe again
The taste of the slop and the sweat
Breathe again
And wait
We’ll pretend, override our dread
We’ll pretend till it ends
As we see through again
Who’ll be alright
Past the waiting
It’s a long way down
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Cross the middle
Roam the divide
Know where not why
No remittal
There is hereby
Pass blind-eyed
Through the limbo
On roads that tie
A distance implied
Ford the river
Drink not; go by
Know two sides
Focus on the end
Cross the middle
Roam the divide
Where liminal lies
Through the limbo
But for chance, go I
So I...
Focus on the end
But why not just veer in?
What if it held here
In known unknown
The means becomes an end
And I forget
This space can be a friend
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The Field of Stones
04:21
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In the breast of the beast of burden now
Here, perpetual
Tiny engines toil in soil
In this field of stones
And below
Pale and pink reincarnations
White chrysanthemums
Soldier on past the mourning glory
As narcissi subside
Beat on this heart
Set the pace to the wars of the roses
Till the flesh is gone
And the last spark fades
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I’ll stay a while
While the laughter fills my body
I’ll stay a while
In the night
Everyone here
In the hallways of our always
Safe in the walls of our now
I’ll stay a while
Because something portends
This is a memory already
Before it ends
How many more times left
In the well of what is thereof
If it will ever happen again
All that we had, all that we shared
We were all
We were all
No empty chairs, nothing prepared
We were all altogether
I see the moment
We couldn’t know it
As all those words fell off our tongues
It’s not like asking
When was the last time we were young
Out of thin air
I see us there
We were all
We were all
All that we had
All that we shared
For the last time
We were all –
All together
Dozens of ornate clocks on the mantle
Stopped at every possible time
Every place packed full because we save it
Panels and combs and perfume
Rings like anchors
Stop and burn it into my mind
Carry my part of the weight that we gave it
Magnify the inside
Cover all this
Tend the vines
Turn blood into wine
Wade through the decline now to claim it
There on both sides of the road
In the ditch at the station
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Here we are again
And I’m older now than they were then
I guess it’s easy now to see
I understand
And that should make it go away
But it strains contact
In this family tree
Often all that I see is a small referee
From my earliest memories
Force me back; drag me over
And when I take the stand, I say
All present now is past
Then as now, we find
It’s too late to stop
The betrayals underway
Or the legs of the boy
That were held as he walked away
A gun, a bat – tires slashed
A bleak vacant lot
An exchange with police
Pushing locks on the door
Turning wheels that I won’t release
Fear it; hold it over me
Let it hang there
Like we’re all back there
Back in the mire, unreconciled
Back when everyone was a child
Who can’t understand
So let’s throw a fit and disrupt the whole shit
And somehow think that it’s fine
But it strains contact
Over and over it falls on my shoulders
And shatters and showers us all with the scourings now
My whole damn life
Gather the pieces and patterns
Just flatter the actor
Because some things still matter
No matter how old we get
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This is going once
And on and on again
And then complain
What is old enough
To circulate again
Can’t talk fast enough
Through boxes full of other people’s lives
All are going once
They’re mine
But how would I know
Some are things that we need
I just follow
This is going once
Off the map
And off the books in time
Can’t go soon enough
A restive one confined
There is room enough
Economy of glass
And scraps and smoke
Time moves slow enough
But there was more to know
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On the lines
Out where they laid these ties
Don’t know where these old ones go
The lines we toe
On the lines, the path through the pines, walking blind
Disappear and lie low
The lines we had held defined
And all the lines that had to be followed
They are here and ours now
In lines we have around our eyes
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Out in the smoke, adrift
Over the ground, wholly
Off in the known elsewhere
All of a life, a dream
Now a ghost is the only one
Who resides here in the only home that I know
It’s a firebrand abandoned now
These old walls crumbled to make the sand
Where I stand
And new facades
Rise up to find the sun
From the wild
I return to what made my heart
And I start to haunt
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Bound Washington, D.C.
The sound of everything rushing back at once, receding as fast as it came, and leaving more to linger. The story of how we're bound, for better or worse.
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