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selling graces
03:47
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saved all the speeches from a year
of throat paving lovers, whispering to mirrors
from the hole that glass hands don't make
grasping, believers to an end
when those selling grace appear to hearts in sorrow
and peddle their glances away
wanted to keep it in soft wrapping
locked in a box all alone
corrosive, the moon hanging low
is broken and beaten sunbeams in the dredges
of the morning, night is the bruise of loving
lying to the face of a newborn
to the faces of every singer stepped on
as you stride somewhere you know you'll go alone
wanted to keep it in soft wrapping
locked in a box all alone
to whither in another country
yeah the sea will keep your face from my thoughts
the sea will keep your voice from my thoughts
the sea will keep your voice from my thoughts
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2. |
mountain
02:15
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empty as a canyon
full of breath
the inside is expansive
pulsing to the rhythm
of lungs
in unmarred stone
the bite of every step
carries your voice
from below me
and i will not read
your letters
until we are both home
whole weeks they
are passing and
i don't even notice
them
so you will be
your mountain and i
will sleep with
the seeds
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3. |
slow & windblown
03:16
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sold my pounds to airgazes
now i wish i were of size
breath of state takes me places
to see all their homes i am so light
this will wear me down
i am not well
i am not well
i will reside in hollow space
in bigger sky
how dense i am still small
how dense i am still small
iowa slow & windblown
cradles me by the nape
dusted roads are changing
still driving all of the same ways
this will wear me down
i am not well
i am not well
i will reside in hollow space
in bigger sky
how dense i am still small
how dense i am still small
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4. |
swallowed, harvest
03:51
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keep it hid
they're not careful with it
keep it hid
they're not careful with it
my neck is buried in the soil although i won't need it
fed on all my plans i think i'd last at least the year
swallowed my love, swallowed my love from open fingers
fed on all my plans i think i'd last at least the year
keep it hid
they're not careful with it
keep it hid
they're not careful with it
suture it like asphalt and cracks in the prairie
fuck up those seedlings you know barren is the word of the world
harvest me, harvest me instead of
fed on all my plans i think i'd last at least the year
fed on all my plans i think i'd last at least the year
fed on all my plans i think i'd last at least the year
fed on all my plans i think i'd last at least the year
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p.morrow Grinnell, Iowa
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