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strange gait
04:19
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it's a long time gone, this foot-worn trail
the scent is lost in the august gale
the stunted saunter of crooked fate
he got a strange
strange gait
photographs he can't stand to see:
a motel, a gas station, wounded knee
a legacy of misery
the weight of the wait
he got a strange gait
how hunched, how harried, how hollow heart
and full of nothing at all thou art
how heavy, how hideous, how does it feel?
it makes you fall
it makes you kneel
it crushes you under its heel
it's too late
it's too late
he got a strange gait
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moss
03:23
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think of all i've lost
hiding in the moss
it's dividing into halves
it makes me laugh
everything i've found
buried underground
there are no secrets in the swamp
not for want of turning away
they see everything
anyway
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pray
02:08
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(Statements,
Drawn in and back out)
You come in
I see you
You come in
(Back into proportion)
What memories do you have to offer?
Every day and every night
I see the bloodline in my sight
(Maybe knot them in your old age)
What thoughts do you keep
To yourself only
About your father?
Such a holy ghost
Of course you sing pretty at funerals,
But who doesn't?
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in the swamp
02:23
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Plague moves downriver
Soft wind, warm night
Cold earth, silent under
Stand still, still might
Talk with flies and shadows
Lie there, amongst the weeds
Sleep tight, covered over
Forget my needs
You can find me in the swamp
Threading roots into silt and soil
For a hundred years
You can find me in the dark
There’s not a lantern you couldn’t light
With your fear
Slow death, Virginia creeper
Shallow breath, long vines
Weave words into water
Quicksand like landmines
You can find me in the swamp
There’s no future to find
Around here
Speak soft, country manners
Wet moss is alive
Sinking to the bottom
Maybe I’ll just dive
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first frost
02:29
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on the moors
02:36
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They chase me down,
The days are ending faster,
Time is slowing down
They tore my gown,
I will not serve two masters,
I gather up my gown.
I hear the soles of my feet
Connecting hard with living ground
I hear the souls of the hunted
Collecting fear without a sound.
We'll build a fire,
Smoke them out
Push the mists
Fill them with doubt.
The air surrounds their bodies,
The fire roars
We'll make them bones,
Their bodies
Lost
On the moors
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flora
02:43
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Their burning forms
Amongst the flowers
Blood-red clay
And passing showers
Run the veins down
To the shallows
Leaves are falling -
Endless gallows.
Flora lets her ribbons down
Falls away to hallowed ground.
Tumbling into the soil
Wisps and waves
In curls and coils.
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prey
02:55
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secret south Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
near-silences and secrets between trees.
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