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Daughter
05:05
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Blackened waters
Poseidon's daughter's
Holy harbor
In the rushes now
Called her gently
Urgent, simply
She went limp
Sweat streaked across her brow
Burning light
Flashing back
from the mirror sea
Unclean waters
Poseidon's daughter's
Body labors
Overburdened bough
Smoking pitch
Curls the night
Clouds the morning star
Red faced and laughing
Vast jaws dripping
With perfume and wax
To soothe and to seal
And stop the gulping
Down of cruel surreal
Murky waters
Poseidon's daughter
Cannot conceal
Blood in water,
Holy water
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2. |
Lamia
04:48
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It would not try to
It would not try to consume
Ghostly shell sedate but trying
Overwhelmed itself, it's late it's dying
Dreadful poison
As above, then so below
We were lied to
Lustful it hungers
Vacant it wants for everything
I can see it rise
Stoic in the wind, a petty baron
Forget kindness
A monster made from salt and shade
Hidden in the wires it comes unbidden, hate-filled, insensate
Cloaked in vapors now
It reunites with us
It stretches out its arms
Opens wide its mouth
Lamia, open wide
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The clouds turned themselves inside out
Twisted perspective
Forced reckoning
The world folded in on itself again
Ouroboros
Tell us your secrets
We'll trade for our sins
All there is to give
Taken from the flesh
Now drown
Ouroboros
What serves for an annulment
Of mistaken confidence in a material plane
that's severed once again?
Ouroboros
Tell us your secrets
We'll trade for our sins
all there is to give
Taken from the flesh
Now drown
Ouroboros
(swallow)
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4. |
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She's an army
She's a red cross
A picture postcard
Little mayfly fluttering
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5. |
Rime of the Ancient Her
06:57
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Simple, subtle, secret sign
To mend and bind
She secrets fine
weapons in her eyes
A nameless crime
A toneless whine
Aspiration of a life
The cloying kind
A velvet lined old passage so inclined
a wine-dark sea
I can't relax
Inured to suffering
An old, dead oak tree
Blackened bones, rotting teeth
A meager meal, grimacing
I can't relax (when I hold it, it holds itself, cold and formless, told to tell (when I hold it close I hold it well))
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6. |
Sycohierophant
11:17
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A cynocephalic utterance
A little whisper come to bear
The ghost of a former delusion
The cadence
of decadence
A pelagic shift
Finds refuge in audacity
The jester's sleight of hand
Traded for a bit of oblivion
The anatomy
of melancholy
Lies flayed bare
Sacred swimmers
Caught and carried
Destroy haven, hearth and home
When I am grown gigantic
We shall truly be alone
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7. |
The Million Leaves
02:03
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"I will pluck the yarrow fair
That more benign will be my face,
That more warm shall be my lips,
That more chaste shall be my speech,
Be my speech the beams of the sun,
Be my lips the sap of the strawberry.
May I be an isle in the sea,
May I be a hill on the shore,
May I be a star in the waning of the moon,
May I be a staff to the weak.
Wound can I every man,
Wound can no man me.β
(birdsong)
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