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Cicadence
05:09
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Sotto speaking leaves hush up the trees
Anticipation, withdraw all defenses
Stand down, they'll be here any minute now
For you a flower, silent fruit and seed
is all the offspring you would need
But buzzing bodies here to breed
upon your blushing limbs they feed
Inhale the air, stoma's open width
Draw in, strip carbon from the mix
Slap, a heavy bead bends your bough
The clicking tones, an everynote
Inhale the air, stoma's open width
Draw in, strip carbon from the mix
Slap, a heavy bead bends your bough
The swarm is just beginning now
Surviving complication, grace
A generation finds its place
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The Rule
02:10
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Press out what you've made for me
Fermenting juice and poison seed
Boxes perched on aching knee
Sugar Maple, Apple Tree
Orchard's order, planted rows
Soil turned on rusted hoe
Swollen branches, bending bough
Cider's bead upon my brow
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Teacher
01:59
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I was told I'd be swallowed whole
and be dancing in your branches
I had heard that mum's the word
for all the wishes you have granted
I was taught it was all for naught
all human needs supplanted
Take this seed, carry it with me
our rule is evenhanded
Buried deed, trust all we need
growing as time commanded
That one day we'd be covered in shade
on this barren earth we've planted
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Diatom
03:22
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Diatom, how you've grown!
I'm another son who's left home
You're dusting off the ancient tome
It's the words that stick - made my bones
How can it be that you made me
while your other child is a growing tree?
You'd say: Bilateral Symmetry?
Just another idea you got from me
What do you see above the deep?
The bright cascading stars
In harmony pelagically?
Sun-veined coursing sea
But on you'd roam, you'd left a note:
Return home, dark, remote
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5. |
The Long and Short of It
03:55
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I saw the other man, he looked the same as me
He chipped the stone and built a home
Down there below the trees
Hey you, looking down at me
Surely you can plainly see this is how it's meant to be
A flapping mouth and straightened knee?
The use is hard to see
And he said: All friends come in
Homo georgicus
All friends come in
Heidelbergensis
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Unwound
04:00
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The tea is brewed bitter
You are lock-jawed and shiver
At the thought of another wet winter
The favor's in the entryway
They come but never stay
Conveyor belt carries them away
We'll cook on the ashes of fallen birch branches
Wet wood smolders and sparking bark flashes
When do we fall in line to the well-ordered march of time?
Touching your fingertips to your peach and persimmon lips:
Stay on footfall
Watch me grow seed
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Phase One:
Sun, light the bright moon
Pull tide, a black sheet
Tuck the Earth to sleep
Phase Two:
The exception to the rule
Stone tooth, proud and able
Facing South, froths at the mouth
Phase Three:
A scaling, growing green
Swollen root cracks the granite
Helio and gravitrope
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8. |
Status Quo Ante Bellum
03:24
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You can't get into it
Heifers scream at tanner's blade
A lining fit for kings we've made
Belching black and trading states
At last, machines providing shade
So turn the key and make it last
Cranking over, speeding past
Far horizon's lure and trap
Always further, iron eyes cast
You can't get into it
So build it higher, stronger, wider
But only if your conscience finds her
Near your naked, burning tire
Smoking hot enough to blind her
But put your feet down on the ground
A trodden rhythm, easily found
And with your bones I bet you'll pound
The same as ancients would as now
And you can't get into it
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Floe
02:53
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(Such a pretty thing)
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Sunbeam
03:36
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Sunbeam boils my skin
This is happening because
the old guard is sleeping deeply at his post
On my watch, we pushed it off further down the road
to the other town, another home
There's that greedy din, all for taking in the work of ages
and we're just shaking off the dust
Way up: Saturn
We are pattern
We'll be looking down at sustaining ground
sure to find there somewhere something better
Some conditioning clock unwinds the spring
and then the time's up, shipped out, to some star we read about
Way up: Saturn
We are pattern
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Undefined
02:08
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Mine my body for dust
Soil covered in musty brine
Call down barking the mad, wild call of the dogs
Down on dirt and their luck
A cold Earth, frozen within
Plate tectonics wear thin
Mountains are islands and then
So mine my body for ice and, trusting that I traded water for wine
There'll be none to find
I'll be undefined
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12. |
A Collision
03:38
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(I want to be a man at peace)
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