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Ghost House
03:11
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ghost house
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my eyes can see ahead
but behind, well...
the screen lights the way
a meek step ahead
a breeze, a breath,
a whisper over the shoulder
I turn to get a look
out of fear or hope
but nothing to see
he covers his face
frozen in place
I begin to doubt
like headlights from behind
I turn again
but; I cannot know what I cannot see
but; I know you're there
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2. |
One
03:32
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one
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today I saw the phoenix
its feathers stretched across my sight
lines of eyelash extending out
lines not of sand, but of sun
on the rooftop in the morning
and mountains all around me
hot steam rising from the rooftops
to melt away the morning
oh! how I long to melt into you
my friend
in your dilated pupils, I saw the world reflected
refracted, and in mine:
lines of eyelash extending out
lines of black hair twisting down
oh! how I long to melt into you
my friend
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Amaryllis pt. 3+4
03:52
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amaryllis
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vapor condensed into crystal, and flowing from this prism: warmth. beneath shallow pools in summer air, a veil of silence over the ears. and yet, in the distance, faint laughter.
she parks her bike nearby. tightens her hair in a knot. a faint smile. an offcolor joke. a vague expression of interest.
Amaryllis, remove the veil of existence. denature the face, the illusion, this mechanical familiarity.
Amaryllis, remove the veil!
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4. |
The Tower
08:39
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the tower
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first heard it down in fuchsia branch
tape made of sand and plastic caps
girl sadly singing in the dark
tape made of sand and plastic caps
I took the freeway late at night
to your wooden room ten stories high
I played the tape six dozen times
into white noise, nonexistence
the garbage dump would never take
tape made of sand and plastic caps
I built a tower for it all
a hollow bastion for it all
a starry sky, I checked it twice for any sign of me
six neons lights installed upon your bitter jealousy
tragedy, dependency, you'd be
digital transfer, 320
a jolt, a pop, a hiss; a point at which you'd cease to be
a moment of, I'd always dreamed, of sudden bravery
tragedy, dependency, you'd be
digital transfer, 320
distort, decay, decline
distort
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5. |
Phoenix
01:54
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phoenix
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