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Three Sisters
02:44
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a groveling whelp
amidst charred bits
of bedroom
and broken glass
chanting his opus
and conjuring blots of murk
and ectoplasm
disrobed and shaking
grasping at trails of smoke with battered hands
of copper
of lead
of cold sea brine
of days wrapped up in tooth root twine
vestiges lined with rot
near to you begotten one
wander from me
fawn who is wanting
shed your winter hide
and take what you will
snag your hooves on wire fences
bleat until dry
rest beside daughters of lost men
and leave in the night
paw at murk until form gathers
bury it lone
dreams of breath heaving and stagnant
echoes through an empty room
pry my palms from the ashen well
and take what you will
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Silt
04:33
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a null and lustless substance
ruination of the id
abstract and cosmic pleasure
arched in exhalation
formless
thick breath
pulsing
adrift
gorged throat
devoid
of selfhood
of god
murmurs from the well
nothing more
theres nothing more
silt lining your coated tongue
a phantasm fixation sexless and dun
you, frail sheet
draped hastily
rinse and be gone
rinse and be gone
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3. |
The Unturned Snare
03:41
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We had our day
beneath the garden
tucked between roots
and spiteful sun
your husband gone
your sons still sleeping
you bright as a fever
burning up a spine
all will wonder if you loved them
endless thirst
succumb to cosmic
lust and leech
from a soiled well
begrime thy hooves
none are watching
a sisyphus
and fed well
erode the tooth and nail
beget the null and bare
all will look upon you
and your awful frame
with a despair foreboding
an unturned snare
a maw agape
and i’ll sleep easy
in my tunneled well
with its clotted corners
and drowning bells
keep past the hedges
in your translucent gown
lull your sons when they beg it
i ask nothing more
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4. |
Morning Hid the Hills
05:26
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a wash of pale
surgence pulsing anew
our thatching thawed
a grey hazed bloom
morning hid the hills
neath a veil of a shade
gone from my sill
a paragon limp in cloth
and I survived while the forest burned
bark bleating dry, whispers from murk
formless, fractured shade of skin
crave breath, seek host of lucid kin
dwell in gloam
born in dusk of past days gleaning
archaic name, a stillborn son
mothers clinging to the headboard
rendered loveless in new blood
wake its harvest yearling
no colts with broken legs
no bleat from aback the shed
no frost to clot the panes
wake up.
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Celestial Rift
03:24
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fevered sweeps of fruitless vistas
white as milk and bone dry
hairless frames writhing in half sleep
lucid limbs uncoiled
fixed ruin ridgid nodes
crave oblivion
meet obsidian
crystal walls stained
smog
black
bleh
there is no single death
a jeremiads slow descent
the telling of husk and rind
hosts adrift in diaspora
a shattered beak
caked in loam
a narrow mine
a starving mouth
crave respite
and pitless fruit
a citrus grove
elusive still
celestial rift
fawns legs hang like moss from bleached trees
cavernous vale of sky
eyelids thick with sap ears throbbing
consumption of throbbing murk looming forest walls pulsating ravenous gloaming tide
id not come back this way again
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