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faced where the light sparkles in on the moon pine
branches are breaking the higher that you climb
we believe in you always, the spies of the forest
see what we see, maybe you'll understand it
reach to the top or warm eggs in the crow nest
wing to the teeth or a quill to pierce my chest
leading and coaxing you on with a soft touch
please fly me higher, I don't get to sleep much
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Undershine
03:21
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it can change on a second
it can twist on a line
given praise from every side
thinning space, the undershine
there is mud in your weapon
there's a crease in your crime
there's a tattle in your sigh
there's a captive in its prime
pulling strings too hot to push
dropping hints to passers by
and even if you never tried
you'd still be taught the reason why
the voice inside the burning bush
told me drink of thy new wine
you will stutter, croak, and cry
after washing come and dine
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Over
04:26
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where
you've moved backwards to a safe place
paint
cracking mildly on a brave face
lines of bare legs on her stage
a measuring stick and the tempting wage
caught speaking in tongues of some other age
licking up words from the brazen page
over
swear
strike yourself with all of my fear
suck
out of my eyes all the big tears
smother the coals of our burning
with the slime and the salt of the turning
lie still in the year of your yearning
moved by the arrogant learning
over
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Guttertune
02:31
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the soul of the seed never bothers the laborer
with the spoon in his hand
but haunts all the mansions with paths in the carpets
and walls that command
a layer of fashion to soak up a life of our sweat and our oil
for the children to wring out all over the driveway and curse at the toil
water and bread, give me water and bread
melt the silver all down
if I could form treasure from my vaguest memories
and rise from the ground
I'd fashion a steeple that pointed wherever you'd staple it to
turn the house to a cave where you could hide, but I'll probably find you
I've been listening long at the drip from the gutter
in my attic room
fixed on the rhythm I swear that is there
and I hum its tune
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Strangeface Rant
04:36
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lone little corn stalk hides its eyes
from the big corn popper up in the sky
down in the shade where the dross subsides
a wet, cool haven for an unhappy child
full spoon of patience for her misery
pudding for the dogs and snakes for the free
waiting for the balm that the Savior brings
water for the throat and a salve for the sting
prayed for the pool to spring up and heal
hung from a spoke on the bottom of the wheel
two for a pinch and three for a feel
steer for a bargain and a whirl for a steal
when you reap what you won't plant
camping in the valley watching at the slant
hanging on the word of the strange face rant
saying can't what you can and can what you can't
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Everlasting Life
04:44
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I will breathe the free air
it's our healing
the cure was there
all evening
I'll wriggle out of the blanket
into the daylight
where I can see and know it
hold up close to my sight
recognize and memorize
every run and pathway
of your face
from one mouth to another
until our certain end
as nature intends, again and again
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Nectar
04:32
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when I fuss and I shout, glued hard to my place
my crow breaks the coop and my tongue sets to race
twisting through treetops and rounding the curve
rinse out my mouth with a slow flow soft serve
the drip from the well that will last me for days
is the strength in the travel, receiver of ways
sweet to the throat and a burn to the teeth
gnaw on the root for the soothing relief
how will they see, you don't light up the sign
must I always go preach to the blind
rend down the curtains and direct the head
repeat all the words that I already said (round)
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Keeper's Sign
06:14
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feel of the rain that clothes you
all a pleasant wish on the keeper's sign
the holy creatures' lavish sabbath
swimming with the fins of a great design
sludge around the healing center
hold us to the earth with your master weight
deliverer of the sphere child shifter
withstander of the heat of the hallowed crate
swallowed as a mere obstacle
preserved to see the paths of the ancient fish
patterns on the walls a mirror
moving in the way of a constant swish
losing to a brilliant logic
trying on the coats that the tailor made
pinned to the rightful havoc
fitted in the cool of the gracious shade
tie me to that shaky light stream
surface in this drift of complacency
testing ever wears a pattern
truth will dance and point to your vagrancy
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2015-2022
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