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Fairweather
03:14
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Cling to the calendar, days can be measured by wait
Seconds on seconds, the four walls enveloping space
Wore down the floorboards in circling lines
Fight back the silence and hold back the time for a day
Clapped up in notebooks in desk drawers in pencils and pens
In through the windows, the shuttering rain and the wind
Out of the corner chair to block off the breeze
Into the hallway your head folded down on your knees
Out of the frying pan and into the fire of a story I told myself long long ago
It was a lie because I was a liar who lied to myself and everyone I know
The peaks of the mountains, the thunderous crash
The truths remain quiet and small
We were the crest on a wave in the ocean
First here and then there,
Now here and then gone.
Runaway river my memory sometimes of death
Jumping from square to square till there is no squaring left
Open the cabinets and unfurl the scrolls
Open the records and see what they hold from the past
Your penmanship in the calendar marking the day
Notes that were keys that were confidence taken away
These things are held in the walls around you
Part of it’s sad but the other is true
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Contemplative Stupor
02:44
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Look thru the pinhole in the hallway in the night
The candles that are burning paint a faint and blurry sight
If seeing is believing then this the whole of life? oh no
Beyond the garden is a door into a room
A door obscured from view unless the ivy is removed
The eyes that open widest have a greatest share of view
Oh no
Sound is mere vibration
Parabolic strolls
First we acknowledge that we don’t know anything
This burden now removed we can enjoy a cup of tea
Or sit inside the parlor waiting for the phone to ring
Look thru the pinhole in the hallway after tea
Or sit beside the ocean staring contemplatively
A mind and body once united standing separately
Oh no
Life is pure vibration
Parabolic strolls
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Statues
04:58
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It was a little past noon
And the birds were all flying to wherever birds fly to
I glanced at the timepiece I held in my hand
As a marching band walked down the street
It was two minutes past noon
And the park was empty
So I sat for hours and watched as
The squirrels worked in their tree
It was a little past five
Our shirts polyester and Tyler came over
All the librarians left for wherever
Librarians go when they leave work
The sun was low in the sky
But the park was empty
So we sat for hours and watched as
The leaves danced in the air
How the hours pass by
The shadow of the statues carved into a daydream
A place where sun and moon and stars can never shake me
Till the end of time
Step back from the mirror, the image is clearer
When the warmth from your breath doesn’t fog up the view
Up in the tower, the depths of nostalgia
The wind and the meadows, the rain and the dew
Farther and farther, the edges get darker
The sun’s golden rays focus bright where you choose
Saved from the action, the present distraction
Prevents you from holding a moment to lose
It was a little past noon
And the birds were all flying to wherever birds fly to
I said in a voice that was carved out of stone
“There is no place that I’d rather be.”
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4. |
Eyes Hold the Stars
03:44
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In my life, I numbered the stars in the northern sky
Full of light of the galaxy mirrored inside my eyes
When I close them late at night, I can see the world of light
And my dreams are blanketed scenes
Of constellations
In my corner room, my window faces to the west
I climb outside and scale the wall to my roof
For a better view - The space between the heavens and my hands removed
I’ll be the bridge between
Through my life, I numbered the stars in the northern sky
In the darkness the galaxy shines from inside my eyes
When I walk they walk with me, when I sleep they’re all I see
And my dreams are blanketed scenes
Of constellations
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5. |
"What Hath God Wrought?"
03:17
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Sending a telegram
I walked to the office mourning the loss of my hope
Lost and contemptible, my inexpressible worry
So surely
Sending a telegram
For I felt downtrod, I wrote one to God for help
The needless verbosity ended up costing me dear
Mercy, pity, peace and love wait
Open arms embrace reprobate moon and stars
Nestled under downy redwing
Safe in sound in sunlight glaring patiently
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Incorporeal Moths
01:50
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Return to dirt, return to stone
The things we made remain undone
Return to heart, return to love
The roof removed, return above
A memory of lined sidewalks
The bustle of the city parks
By the shoreline the swelling tide
The earth still breathes
Near the shoreline depth and light silently
Caught by the movement of shadows
Across the wall in the kitchen
From the chair i sat at my table
T’was empty but still reassuring
That the earth beyond is still moving
Outside of these gripping four walls
By the shoreline the swelling tide
The earth still breathes
Near the shoreline depth and light silently
Return to heart, return to hand
Return the coulter to the land
The creeping vine, the riverhead
The waterfall, the garden bed
Be still be strong, remain fervent
Repaired! Reclaimed! In one movement!
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Parabolic Stroll
02:39
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I walk behind my shadow
The moon alight my path
I walk the steps before me
The plaster over lath
I wait for the sun before me
For warmth to embrace enfold me
The moon is high above now
I am where I have been
No further shall I wander
I turn and start again
I wait for the sun behind me
The warmth to embrace and enfold me
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The Clams Knew
02:58
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I was born so long ago, the ancient scrolls were still “the scrolls”
The earth’s fair face untouched, unkempt, unshorn
I was lost in far and near, a hand dug hole for each new year
One silent wave silently sheds a tear
Between the doubt, the tide has gone out
Absent moonlight
Return to dirt
Return to stone
The things we made
Remain undone
Oxblood leather volume bound, the choir of gravity’s grave sound
Sunlight to shine, concealed, once missing, found
Rows on rows of empty faces, hands on shoulders linking lace is
Woven tightly, weekly warm embrace
Before within, the tide has come in
Absent sun
Between the doubt, the tide has gone out
Absent moonlight
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Penultimate
02:10
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A message from beyond, her cloud of smoke ascends
Return a change of heart
I waited for the day when I could see you
The canopy of drudgery, the forest floor pale
The silent guard
I waited for the day when I could see you
One cloth for all dreamers, gathering four corners
One warp and weft, wonderful
A message from beyond, a cloud of smoke ascends
Return a change of heart
I waited for the day when I could see you
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12. |
Downcast the Clouds
04:31
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To right two wrongs too late today
The moths that feast divinely play
One broken thread
Collapse the woven shield
The last of hearts the first of hands
To mend the holes to smooth the sand
Alight on earth
To sooth the endless fields
Downcast the clouds of heaven,
Those awake and worked and tired
At once repaired!
Your silent words ununderlined
Come rain or light, the end of times
The twisting plot
Revolves around the sun
Fear not the splintering winter wind
The things we made are made again
Of fire and light
As borne of ash to dust
Downcast the clouds of heaven
Those awake and worked and tired
At once repaired!
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Mayor of Donutville Detroit, Michigan
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