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Sonnet
06:08
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Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idly spread,--behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
I knew one who had lifted it--he sought,
For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
The world contains, the which he could approve.
Through the unheeding many he did move,
A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.
-Percy Bylsse Shelley
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Visitor
03:50
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I live in a house of veils with quiet company
A still, stag, stall,
a dim-lit hall,
where live the visitor and me
and when I hear him I freeze
Oh that cold, cold creep sweeps over me
I'll never see him but I feel the draft of his dealings
I'll never see him but I hear the howl of his boots ‘hind those doors
oh arresting danger
oh familiar stranger
oh unwanted mover
oh enfeebling enemy
oh binding boarder
oh unknown invader
oh that confining howl
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Me & Anodyne
03:26
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look and see me and anodyne
we float like fog in a river clean
we sit like willows and comb our hair
we have no post, we have no care
and we're not worried for our pay
for there's no food for us but hay
and we regret none of our days
well who showed you the right of way?
sometimes we buckle and bend
and sometimes we tire
sometimes we fuss and fend
but we'll never lose our fire
cause we're not worried for our pay
for that's just less for us to weigh
and we're not sorry for our play
well who the hell are you to say?
(look and see she and anodyne
they hover just like bumblebees
they sit and sleuth, and fix their stare
they have no post, they have no care)
look and see me and anodyne
we hover just like bumblebees
we sit and sleuth, and fix our stare
we have no post, we have no care
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Theia
02:45
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Theia the dreamer’s a dancer in dim,
A woman of winsome who worships her whim
As keen as a keel, hard as steel
She talks as fast as a spinning wheel
And walks as heaven holds her helm
But always keeps one heel in hell,
Our Theia!
If see her, ask yourself
Oh, you usurper, you usurper
If you catch her, ask yourself
Do you deserve her? You deserve her
In the night she may caw, she may cry
But only as soft as the feline by her side
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Thistle
04:33
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When I ran to you,
Expecting open arms and warm tea,
I got sour rind and sop
When I ambled toward you,
Bridging bramble toward the sea
I stuck only in the stubble (flanked atop)
The thistle by the barn
rallies its barbs like swords
from arid land not wicked, but dry
When I wanted lift, I got stone
When I wanted rest, I got din
When I wanted cheer, I got cap
When I wanted shade, I got cast
When I wanted drink, I got dust
When I wanted warmth, I got soot
When I wanted food, I got swill
When I wanted wool, I got thorns
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Caverns
04:55
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So quietly it seemed to happened,
So softly we found our cave
And now we sleep in crystal caverns
As sound as pearls
How did we find heaven?
How did she find us?
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· · · — — — · · ·
05:48
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Grab your buoys and your bells
Warm the warbler in her cell
Maybe not a hollow knell
Maybe not freedom as well
But hear her sing and sing along,
Add a chorus to her song
Sweet as honey in the throng
What can sting can still be stung
Is this all in vain?
Do we only serve to entertain?
All day long we sit around
And watch the wicked take their crowns,
Drink their wine and stumble down
While our ship goes down and down
All day long we ask ourselves
Should our arrows see the shelf?
Should we even be so bold
To tell a story that’s so old?
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Boreal
03:54
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There’s a pleasant port where a boy fixed his course
On a lesser-trodden landscape north
And on his journey boreal met one corporeal
One returning journey forth
“What draws you to the barren there,” he said
“That land is nothing but dampen dread,
and sour berries, and rotten cherries,
and icy rime and that snowy, snowy pine.
That bleak, bare lawn is woebegone
But carry, carry, carry on”
“Oh no,” he said “You must have misunderstood,
it’s not the land’s comestible goods,
not the berry that I seek
but the way it hangs on the arrow wood
And I am not after that snowy shawl
But the way the faint flakes float and fall
And to me that alabaster milky rime
Is as sweet as sugar and just as fine
And I don’t care one bit that the pines are gone
But I do care what they look like at dawn,
I’m not concerned that their life is drawn
But what happens to the land without their brawn.”
And so his journey goes, though his story’s old
But a tale is not trite if it’s still being told
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Wonderboom
02:33
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I will not bend like a bow to a rut in your road
Heaven knows you know no more than I know
But if you want to find me, I’ll be under the Wonderboom tree…
I will not let you carry me
I will not use another’s feet
But if you want to find me, I’ll be under the Wonderboom tree…
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10. |
Are/Or
04:01
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Are we moved or do we move?
Are made or do we make?
Are we strays or do we stray?
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11. |
Gather
05:00
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This started out as some things do
One wispy wire,
one thin, lone shoot
And it spread ahead before me
And where I used to run, it outran me
Many buzzing wings we all contain
Many many-veined and cellophane
We are twisted from fibers, wound to thread
And we will wind ourselves til we’re dead
That black boil weighs like a pit of ink
And it sits in many chests, where it sags and sinks
I know it well, it knows me
But it has known many more before me
From our tissues and from our strands
Sits a figure with outstretched hands
Saying we can sit solitary
We can crouch in sanctuary
Or we can gather
Our threads into rope
and pull
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