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Horizon
03:50
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Sitting on the line
Between death and life,
I lean my head forward.
Sifting through the dirt,
Penetrating eyes
Find the loosest soil.
There’s some refuge
Waiting for me.
Choosing planks to bind
For my grave in mind
From the bridge I’m burning.
This box marks the hole
Between you and me:
An obstructed chasm.
There’s a void here
Within my dust.
There’s a light here;
There’s a light languishing.
The atoms play in the morning fulgor.
The fulcrum of my eyes can’t help but turn.
I’ve sat upon this invisible cord,
Searching for the tiny unborn feeders
Of my often wished-for carrion.
But I can behold the worms of the air:
The gravity defying vermin stars
On my glowing horizon.
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Before the killing,
Out on a barren farm,
I dreamt of the day
When failure’d withdraw.
I’ve climbed so high now;
Embraced ’neath your eagle’s wing,
I pluck the feathers
Of endless power
On my side, I look up into
Mirror eyes, gleaming back my mask.
Curdling red, viscous sweat begins
To perfume the moonlit landscape.
Safe from the masses,
Safe from a bygone time,
I am the real
Pharaoh on the throne.
You are my figure,
And I clutch the strings.
Knots within my guts
Charge me to flee.
On my side, I look up into
Mirror eyes, gleaming back my mask.
Curdling red, viscous sweat begins
To perfume the moonlit landscape.
From the hole
In my skull
Leak liters of promise.
My last taste
With these teeth
Is that of earth.
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Scale
02:55
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Think of me, yellow moss,
When the wind blasts through the tree grooves;
When you hear the bells collide:
Can’t you hear them buzzing through us?
At the height of the range, the chimes, dark and gray,
Cry through the ether, cracking its din.
Like an echo of orange and murky contrast,
Its air paints a whole through pitch-black veneer.
Can’t you feel, wilting bud,
The fairness of this lovely world?
The leaps and bounds my heart takes
To hold you all atop my sight?
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4. |
It's Raining Tonight
05:49
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There are dreams in the clouds and custodial rains,
They bead onto heads in the dark.
For those who look up, they are rewarded with blindness,
But the insight en-balms the pain.
And you, my dear, don’t cry for my silence,
As if I’d speak no more.
I melt from the pour I drink through my pores,
As it drums on my skin a cadence of penance, I’m pure.
A smile appears on my once livid face,
Greeting the cold that has made my soul warm.
The wet and the dark burrow ‘neath my thick skin
Like worms devouring a feast.
And you, my dear, don’t cry for my silence,
As if I’d speak no more.
I melt from the pour I drink through my pores,
As it drums on my skin a cadence of penance, I’m pure.
Pour my love down
Onto the ground.
Abundance of sound:
Spill my love down.
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Sirens
05:35
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"Tie him to the stern:"
A figurehead upturned
And flowing inversely in the deep.
"Plug his ears with wax;
Veil or pluck his eyes:
Destroy all sensibility."
"You have brought them here,
Those seductresses of man.
You have brought us here,
I fear you’re no mariner.
"You had too much leave,
And our doom is round your neck.
They have brought us here,
There’s no safety near this deck.
"Turn the sails about,
You will be our mortal bait.
It is your own fault
That your manhood is no more.
"Drive it through the sternum,"
Said the boatswain to his harpoon-holding mate,
"A blood drip may attract them
"Away from all the men
Towards this thing displayed.
Pray to Him for your salvation."
"You have brought them here,
Those seductresses of man.
You have brought us here,
I fear you’re no mariner.
"You had too much leave,
And our doom is round your neck.
They have brought us here,
There’s no safety near this deck.
"Turn the sails about,
You will be our mortal bait.
It is your own fault
That your manhood is no more."
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Let My Shadow
04:52
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Let my shadow be your guide.
Let my entrails wind a path for you:
An intestine, caustic channel
Leading toward the colon of day.
Let my voice succeed that vision,
And leave you grasping just a lead
As cogent as an insect’s empty envelope,
Overgrown and abandoned.
Oh, how I wish I could catch your eye,
Create something that made you feel
As if our souls went hand in hand
And our perceptions were shared by all.
But I can only mystify,
Pour smoke from my lungs
Into the fog of the world:
Poor smoke from the inside of a shadow.
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I’m flying to meet you;
I’ve dreamed this moment,
Bound by a coat of
Pure white.
Its sleeves, when slackened,
Flutter like eagles
Climbing to secret
Their prey.
I’ve spent this short life
Wasting in service,
Purging repugnance
For you;
So "traitor" digs a little deep
In my heart of heart, tested and proved,
For I’ve only acted within my berth
And pursued what I was born to do.
This rabble’s censure does not amuse
In concomitance with my loss of dream.
An encastled confinement now appears
A wistful freedom: A halcyon time.
I knew nothing of the horrors,
Nothing but my orders.
I was the instigator
And executor of peace.
Witness this ghastly carcass
That once resembled iron:
An invincible Talus,
Holding up the law with no sway.
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Demise
04:54
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I cannot see the way anymore.
And I cannot hear the laughs of the world.
All my senses are drawn to me,
And infinitely magnified.
Iʼm viewing my own demise.
My eyes melt, observing my fate.
I absess down a consuming black.
In near-silence, the vibrations throng
The voice of a blister motif.
And I know we will never part again.
Iʼm viewing my own demise.
My eyes melt, observing my fate.
There is something, something inside.
I am somewhere inside this form.
Iʼm viewing my own demise.
My eyes thaw, deserving my fate.
There is something, something inside.
I am somewhere inside this form.
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Matte Martin San Francisco, California
Art Rock singer-songwriter and bassist of The Zap Guns.
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