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Pedestrian Song
04:09
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I was running on the fumes few had ever breathed
I was burning the fields at my feet
I was marking my territory
but now I ain't so surefooted
come down to earth
aplomb of a pratfall
I'm not sad yet
I'm trying my damnedest
I'm a glutton for punishment
stubborn
adamant
always making inroads
paving over potholes
break my will, break my bough, break my elbows
spurt has ingrown
no more headroom
break my will, break my bough, break my fall
stay behind the designated line
I cannot stand idly by
I know things may never turn out
but I can't go on counterclockwise
paranoia is all I enjoy now
it's all I see in these crowds
it's misdirection
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Hallucinaut
01:25
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eigen-light / tantalize / raison d'etre / raise your head
I dreamt about you every fucking night
rousing drowsy drenched in sweat
had premonitions of the utmost beauty
living sweetly in your stead
I saw a future in full resolution
seeming so lucid, no disillusions
a figment of imagination vanished in an instant
a voided continuum
herniate / paralyze / insensate / post-sunset
I think about it every waking moment
and I can't sleep 'til I'm exhausted
manipulating spasms like a marionette
with restless abandonment
and there's nothing you can do to soften the blow
how oft opportune I don't wanna know
I'm getting by on my forlorn hope
penciling in my own horoscope
eigen-light / tantalize / joie de vivre / mes amis
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3. |
Echo Chamber
04:16
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poetry in motion dyslexic in a frame
amnesiac miscarriage of the mind
our cells respirate to a common fate
you've got yours and I've got atria on an askew axis
cardiac double-crossed in chiasmus
flirtatious venostasis sated with sensory deprivation
(an encomium)
vertebra in a clove hitch helix
so close I can feel it
my gaze won't avert
it's granulated all of your texture
like sand through the fingers
like a sunburn you can't peel off
these echoes will locate you
ricochet through silicon fiber
throes have been hemorrhaging my memory
and we all lose the short term
retention suppression
so profess unrequited
so prescient with desire I flinch to the next township
discrepant and I can't account for it
dilated eyes
I dedicated the lines to you
the adulation is dully noted so profess
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4. |
Last Legs
03:37
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you will sink before you float
you will sing before you croak
you're on your last legs
and the shit will always hit the fan before we even catch a draft
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No Morale
02:38
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I've become my own artifact
bric-a-brac
my guilt has (w)racked and gathered dust
typecast as my own antagonist
attached to this trope I loathe
my head is bifurcated
conflating past and present tension
I'm coming unhinged
I am unbecoming
I am beside myself
besides myself who else
I lost progress in false promise
you had such prowess now it's all for not...
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Nanette Toronto, Ontario
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