my name is the end
I am captured that needs to be the moment that needs to be
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my name is the end
I am captured that needs to be the moment that needs to be
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are you going to now
for so long we are all children in a mirror we don’t recognize anyone’s reflection we believe we are ageless then we fade to black
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cavernous to
future and modern and primordial this persistent absolute this time and space this inhabit this sweet spot from out of the infinite widths of eternity to the fathomless depths of eternity I love my vacation from eternity aren’t we all on a vacation from eternity
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when I am I am no longer
I was in a caveman movie once yes I am that old it’s about your cellphone the world is looking for a future and there is no water nearby the moon knows
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battery low
cold lake clearing bluer sky rearranges diminishing light
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the woods are woods deep
won’t turn away I’ll talk to you oh look wonder if if you’ll talk to me
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I look disheveled for someone
strange gossip, post-topia, faux academic lazy labeling in a state of war language epidemic of language personally I’m infatuated with a whisper
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ready with all that light
if the time had time of the we hear the far stars the farthest stars hear us dream basis of film notes stop warfare what is inside of a battery is there no year once and all time not seen anywhere days catch up she shines the sun some one told me he wants to be him in a vivid it couldn’t be a kiss once more beset by erebus sometimes we stick our arms out of the ground I’m not in the business I am the business the language of colours the source of reality is fairy tales cassandra speed dreamer we will we will push harder now hold me tight the fun no end slept in strange beds until Mt. Fuji please sun let me write until dark the thread of life of every mortal and immortal from birth until on the road by the sea I was ancient now I am old this has happy birthday don’t sing along I paid for these tickets crown of thorn no shadow on the sun the sky is low my head is the moon in circles
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ready with all that darkness
in circles my head is the moon the sky is low crown of thorn no shadow on the sun don’t sing along I paid for these tickets this has happy birthday I was ancient now I am old on the road by the sea the thread of life of every mortal and immortal from birth until please sun let me write until dark slept in strange beds until Mt. Fuji the fun no end hold me tight push harder now we will we will cassandra speed dreamer the source of reality is fairy tales the language of colours I’m not in the business I am the business sometimes we stick our arms out of the ground once more beset by erebus it couldn’t be a kiss in a vivid some one told me he wants to be him she shines the sun days catch up not seen anywhere once and all time is there no year what is inside of a battery stop warfare dream basis of film notes the farthest stars hear us we hear the far stars of the if the time had time
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in circles
a beautiful street like beautiful looks penny like on screens
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my head is the moon
button button again heard a button fall fast across the floor won’t feel for it never want to find it until night ends
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the sky is sun
in the dark holding hands on the screen flashes of light
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crown of thorn no shadow on the sun
daily the old man walks on the long gravel trail hours away from the house today he stops to cut back loathsome sticker bushes hooks his foot under the brush on a dead branch and trips his bones onto his back and blue sky
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don’t sing along I paid for these tickets
don’t show me anything you don’t know me this is not toronto where will you go I will go to a subscription service I’m one month ago don’t know what time it is don’t care carefully isn’t it loud again thank you I’ll keep all the question marks in my pocket for now money is the place to go
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this has happy birthday
wind on the field sun flat and long fever wept
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I was ancient now I am old
I wanted a home so old held together only by dust I wanted a house so old it fell over and over a home even older that it is an outline of stone hidden by moss and lichen at the forest floor a home of dirt and insects as ancient as humans as spider webs as mushrooms a home as old as all the stars above and below I can see it clearly in the night sky so old I am reborn over and over
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on the road by the sea
I did not tell you when you took my hand pulling me into your room to lay on your bed I’d think any nap will do and
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