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How The Ground Moves
06:03
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Mountains jut up
Around me
Surround me
Carry me with them
Violently shifting
Nowhere to stand
We rode
These waves
Of earth
Until it converged
And carried us under
Becoming one with the mantle
The crust is breaking
The mantle
Now we drown
In what we
Failed to recognize
Carry me down
Now we drown
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Teeth
07:57
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You never stuck around
When the sun got low
You were deep in trees
I saw how your eyes glow
And I was afraid
Of what you were looking at
Something I couldn't see
I never let myself go
You screamed in a cave
And said it was a birdsong
All I saw was teeth
We don't talk to people
We don't go outside
Cavernous life
Blood on walls and
Pale moonlight
And our smooth skin
Never been pricked
How our nails grow
When we don't use them
We love something
So deeply
Keeping it in
It ruins
It's ugly
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Unholy Momentum
07:30
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Crushing fear of
Being heard in my sleep
Ancient river forms this stream
It is no part of me
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Spiritual Leader
05:15
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No longer under form
Ceremony, or temple worship
Freed from sin
And the coursing root of it
An empty void
A sense so cold
Like twisted hands
By chance
Released to God
Bled and blessed
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The Moth
08:11
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Impossible dream
To live again
And to recall
One piece:
Love the beast
Love the mud
And dirt beneath
You would crawl
And scrape
No tongue, no bite
No hand or guide
A mold, that's pierced
Smoke and smog
Fire above
You rust, and die
A circle and a cry
Soon we will sing like water
A chalice formed by light
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Absentia
04:51
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Lost but not gone
Like shadow
Missing form
Echoes
Vanishing
Into doldrums
Simulate everything
Reemerge
Just to disappear
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No Pattern Is Real
11:12
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A sphere
Whose center is everywhere
Circumference nowhere
The road is travelled
The boulder rolls
Consumes
A hyperobject
Unreal, bodiless
"All hail the good thinker
Saint shitty feeler
What an ever widening chasm
An arduous thing to be
But how fruitful a human being
There's a depression of the earth
In which the moss blooms
That's where I've learned to lay
The quiet touch of roots begin to hold,
A cold enforcement of brute fact
At one point we may have thought differently,
But it has to be this way
I don't think that I will be here tomorrow
In what future will we be allowed to prevail
It's not naive to hope"
Raise your head
Turn to stone
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