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Sundial Sketches #1 & 2
02:44
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Wave swells
Carpeted with lilies
Undulate
Far past
An autumn palace
Stands an ivory gate
All seas flow through
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2. |
To See Pan
13:01
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I.
Do you still remember how to find the secret door?
Pinned into the moss upon the green opposing shore
Don't you speak the language anymore?
I have nursed this garden from my heart's charred, withered rose
Ten tin rows of infantry to keep the starless roads
To places even you don't think to go
God has called a chorus down of willow droops to weave
A closer curtain 'tween the painted world and me
Pilfering our fortunes down the orchard-draped arcades
I crowed mine like an Indian off the rafters of our cage
A callnote I unfurl into my name
But now I come defeated to the warden of the gate
To beat my fingers bloody 'gainst the iron palisade
Recite my token lines then leave the stage
Scavenging the gold things where they grow in princely graves
Trinket songs our master once so freely gave
II.
As I was walking
With spirits talking
A cloud passed over
The crown of the rye
And I saw horses
That waltz weird courses
'Round bass-drum courtses
Then wither and die
Suffer and die
(God's a sunless center's lidless eye)
And I want to know now
The way was so clear
It passed like a dream as
The gods appeared
(The banners are strung up
The streets are swept clear
The crowd bends like reeds as
The gods appear)
But we are far from the crowds and marching bands, aren't we?
III.
Once there was a garden
Where stealing through the gap in the wall, we could peer through the leaves as the chorus would play.
And at night, a vaulting sky hung down the stars, a clutch of silver grapes to crush inside your hand.
But there are no more gardens now.
Who will meet your eyes? Who will greet you?
That fruit's overripe; the juice down your cheek stings like communion wine.
Oh, what's become of you, divine child?
Your chest's an egg cracked open,
And the insects stew your organs like swimmers in pudding.
Your nerves spill out, tender as mushroom caps,
a blind grass over the black earth
Can't you hear it yet?
The wind chimes its vacant formulae in the high parapets of the clouds.
And a bower-stomach, damp and tilling, is already taking you into itself.
No more shivering now.
Come on,
Let's show some dignity before the end.
(Free
As you unwind
Feel
For one straight line
Comes serpentine
Up through the undergrime
Brushing the ants from your eyes
Blood turned tarry turpentine
Nursed by earth
We recombine
Birthed
In babys'wine
A hand so kind
You're trembling and terrified
Brushing the ants from your eyes
One glimpse of gold paradise)
IV.
In arid code, breath from a dead hearth sowed a dark seed inside your seeing
(Reshaped your heart a fleshwork maze)
Look outside: the prince's headlight eyes call soft down evil streets
(He's at your door, a birch ablaze)
Sores hack a well in his face
(And did you hear the news today?)
All the swans have left the lake
(Where pale horizon tides with song)
The gates are yawning for the dawning of the faun
A terror-sermon rides and reigns the rising sea
Tides in me.
Driven out to kiss the heel of a chariot wheel, running rats revealed through the shadowed halls of power
(The first shall soon be food for pigs!)
A sad reunion, drawn and quartered with your courtiers, aspic mash of butchered flowers
(You too shall face your grave and dig!)
Pawn your silks for sand
Among the spiceroad caravans
Two dew-eyed exiles out from Lollipop Land
Look me in the eyes
And recognize
Our squalid rat's nest of a tenement careens into tonight
(And did you hear the news today?)
All the swans have left the lake
(Where pale horizon tides with song)
The gates are yawning for the dawning of the faun
A terror-sermon rides and reigns the rising breeze
Dies in me
Now it's Coronation Day
The demigod is on parade
And as they crown him, see the jeweled sun inlaid:
True awe is the inhale before a scream of understanding.
Let the whipfall knot your skin,
Let the wandering age begin
There is no prayer could keep you from the yoke and hand
I'd give my whole life to
Talk awhile with you
I'd wait my whole life to
Talk awhile with you
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3. |
Why?
02:33
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Why
come to me
In your need?
Clutch your cards?
Why
Spin your webs?
Guard your heart?
Lover, somewhere down inside of me
this infant mouth just screams
Hungers endlessly beneath the bee-run reeds
So if I've cloaked my words in irony
And buried my beliefs
Then expect you to be honest with me,
Would you do one thing for me?
Could you
Force a smile,
Stay a while?
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4. |
The Noblerot March
04:23
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I know I've seen the Queen of Swans
A shadow cross green ponds
Chased through the gate where I would find
Tea and Madeleines
Her servants teemin round my toes
and bore me deep below
But I no longer know the place
The features of the face
A flaming carousel that rides
Around a rotten core oflies
And though I loved you so much then
The memory's a dark dead end
Inside some secret garden
Blooms in stony silence deep within
The childish poetry you write
So seek yourself in strangers' chambers
Watch the walls surround you, waver,
Ghostaway like candlesmoke at night
But little sister, dry your eyes
You can't be a victim all of your life
The world you need cannot be found
Swaddled in your masters' static and sound
When all that's left to do is find
The strength to turn and face
Our separate, sad declines
So down the stairs into the street
The septic body heat
Runs guttered rivers round my knees
Fat clotting with disease
Wave as the waters' heart distends
We're whisked away to burning hands
To tear to satin tatters
Splayed drunk 'cross your carpet shattered
Brother there are things we cant deny
So now we'll hang, contorting strangely
Straining for some melody you used to be
Before we face the firing line
But little sister, dry your eyes
You can't be a victim all of your life
Always crying to be saved
Hiding in our bedtime waking grave
When all that's left to do is find
The strength to turn and face the ones I love and lie
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5. |
Void's Black Blossoming
04:52
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I can see it forming
Through the eye of a lazuli crystal glass
Feel it coming
Stain the city's ossified alabast
I dive down
And through the perfume all the ballroom bachelorettes
Seemed to me dervishing, dolled-up marionettes
A strange mechanical flailing
That leaves me wide-eyed
And I can read it in the tea leaves,
Beyond the stars
A song like faint and muffled laughter,
And droning sitars
Is seeping out from strange dimensions,
leaves me wide
I die
I can see it budding,
Black beneath the milk of your ivory breast
Tendrils blooming
Writhe through ribs to strangle your heaving breath
Taking hold
And when the pharaoh descends,
Dark and adorned
His million masked retainers
Blowing their horns
A single dissonant chord
To hypnotize us
So now we fall into formation
to writhe in the hand
As dancing slaves to constellations'
delirious chants
As flutes' unending black bleating blends and whines
I die
In the darkness of my deepest dream I brushed up against a massive presence: a mind the size of a planet, composed of a cacophany of smaller consciousnesses as frog spawn is made of many pupiled eggs, or a brain of many cells.
For a long time I felt it, the trembling surface of a membrane-pool of tarry unconscious. Then, through the surface breached a massive bulb of soft, fleshy leaves, petals closed like a tulip's. These tongues fell away, revealing a black fetal form, veiled within an amniotic cowl. The cellophane mucus bulged with the spasming of primitive limbs, twining into shape out of cords that were like engorged worms, knotting together into a shivering doll. Sensitive, ruined, convulsing with seizures, so congealed the living heart of the teeming, primordial tar pit. I watched the profane ceremony a little longer, how it twitched and choked, but soon I could bear it no more and I turned back into the crush of the void.
It's in the monstrous fatigue
of the long late years
And peering through the tar slick I find
A suffering bent
Your watching whispered shadow I find
Your watching whispered shadow I find
The Demiurge, The Demiurge, The Demiurge in focus
The Demiurge, The Demiurge, The Demiurge in focus
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Piping 'long the garden wall,
Evening comes to Eaton hall
Peeling portraits peep their frames to see
Autumn shadows cold and clearly
Lamby lingers long past nine
Swapping verses, intertwined
Recipes for poison, secret keys
Open on the world beneath the reeds
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7. |
Prussian Blue
02:49
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I.
When you're scared,
Sick of waiting,
Turn your tides towards a painting
Eight years old,
Slipping the hand you hold
Down the path some painter bent
To a garden's crumbling end
But torn away
No time to stay
You lost some part of you between
Pools reflecting
Verdigris sequestered courtyards still beneath
The great brass city that you seek
Comes so easy 'cross the sea
Banners streaming in the streets
Receive you, safe and clean
Exactly as they used to be
Braided cyprus towers
A wall of flowers
Your fortress holding back the hours
And here was time
For tasting rose wine
From fountains cool and clear
Erupting pinkwash pluming shears
But a rocket's blast
Across black canvas
Erects a shattered church of golden blood
You turn and gasp:
Your works in brass,
Your angels shattered, sunk in mud
Sweetly semen-stinking sewage from the flood
Where now your lover sleeps,
One more forehead kissed and grieved
Thrown to the dreamless heap,
A dumb, discarded plaything.
Sift the wreckage
For your lover
Pleading, piece him back together
Out of glue and Paris plaster,
Falls in sheaves from heaving chest
Until a crumbling simulacrum smiles back
You crack,
Where could you find the space to keep him now?
With how high your secrets stack?
They're spilling through the halls of your dark house.
Well, that ship is sailing
Already,
The ferryman's a shepherd on deserted streets
Pipe and drum into the sea
Even now, a black wind's knifing!
Don't just stand there pinned and fainting
Hang your gold tinsel trainings
'Cross the rafters of goodnight
Let the music's ghostly architecture rise!
Spires shed the nameless deep
Blossom thorning in your breathing
All now pitch and heave,
Collapsed into a single scream
Dies in me!
II.
A proteus plays
In the shades
To cup the opal on the altar in my hands
But in my hands
Fortune fades
A billion birthdays spokes and axes round the sun
And feel as one
The world's a prism shot through
A fractal crystal matrix around you
And as she walks
With me talks
A whole dead city's frozen sculptures melt to life
All aligned
Recognized
To see my searching eyes in tesselated streets
Needing me
The world's a prism shot through
A technicolor wall-less prison around you
Leave your hat and coat
There's a sun waiting
Leave your house and home
There's a sun waiting
Let the old world go
There's a sun waiting
Let the new world flow
There's a sun waiting
Greet the newborn son
There's a sun waiting
You and I are one
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