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An Eternal Spring!
03:52
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I have a hope, I have a hope,
of a sky that's choked
with winged things that feast
upon the blood of the innocent
and holy,
and every day I grow more hopeful.
I had a dream, I had a dream
of hooded figures ringed around the seam
between our world and the world of pain.
Their raised arms usher in a new age.
And every day my dream draws closer.
This is all I've ever wanted.
I have a hope, I have a hope
of black skies and blacker oceans,
and teeth in the earth that crave the flesh
of all who walk upon it,
and every day I grow more hopeful.
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Your Manifold Eyes
06:45
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Like black ice: your dreadful eyes.
Thousands strong, like hatching flies.
Ringed by spines, sticky with tar,
I collapse in their regard.
Lose me in…
A quiet house on a quiet street.
Curtains float on a gentle breeze.
The breeze that takes you my offering:
Burnt perfume brings your flashing teeth.
Lose me in your maw.
I pray that alone amongst men your gaze
will find me meet.
I dream that your manifold eyes will fall on me
like cutthroats in my sleep.
Lose me in your maw.
I'll writhe all night long.
I'll writhe till it's gone.
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3. |
Night Falls on Ballard
03:33
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Twice nightly, at least,
we take them out of their cases and we
line them up in the second floor hallway,
and let them breathe.
And after work I feel so dried out,
and the world is flat like a scrim and
on the scrim are the shadows of God's
little fingers, making ears
of shadow bunnies
but he's just messing.
Lying awake,
I've only ever seen
my ceiling,
but I've heard a million things.
A million dark and shiny things.
At night I walk up to see you
and I play that
across the street are the
inky depths of space.
Streetlights are lost in them,
houses are swallowed up,
time and distance and scale are erased.
And as I walk I watch them
for some sign
of an ancient magic
or an alien mind,
but I know that all that fills that darkness is
a thousand houses just like mine.
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4. |
For Balance
07:43
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Did death come alone when it came, Jhonn?
Did it find you mid-air?
Did it pluck you away?
Or did it hold you aloft?
And as you hovered, as you hovered,
did it show you these things?
A rook disappears into low clouds.
A street choked with hares,
all bounding away.
A fugitive skiff bumps
gently downstream.
And the ferryman is nowhere to be seen.
And we hope that you went
where you hoped you would go.
From the top of the stairs,
see the fields far below.
Red birds settle on ilex and hawthorn.
Red fruit for red beaks.
They sing a red song.
They came from the East.
Ash covers their wings.
Ash covers their wings.
Their rest will be brief.
And we hope that you went
where you hoped you would go.
From the top of the stairs,
see the great pit below.
Things that aren't true couldn't be true,
but maybe somewhere there are arms around you.
Now heaven and its light
waits to bore you.
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5. |
Landing Party
04:02
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The wind is so hard on this point,
it took all our last strength to land,
to drive our failing boats ashore
and let them blow away in splinters
behind us.
If we stop here for even a minute,
we will be bent and stretched out like
these long clouds.
They look like ink smeared on a page.
They tell us plainly to move on.
There were only two things in this place:
the rough grass, and the wind.
Now there are three things in this place,
but soon enough there will be two again.
The rough grass, and the wind.
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Erich Zann / The Shrander Seattle, Washington
"His blue eyes were bulging, glassy, and sightless, and the frantic playing had become a blind, mechanical, unrecognisable orgy that no pen could even suggest." — H.P. Lovecraft, The Music of Erich Zann
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