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Cottonwood
04:39
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Shapes of leaves that fall to ground are the same as we speak
Fall here surround me ever quiet; cold air keeps your alphabet
I will arrive like snowfall on the shore, freezing instantly
Just know by next November I will be similar
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Compound Eyes
03:15
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Last time the river moved, the air was warmer than this morning
suggestions of rise and fall were ever near
Brush your vision over hopeful and clear with a new color spectrum that covers the floor
Was your last meal hardy? Is this all we've brought?
No I don't imagine the ration is parsed enough. This will be enough.
These vines still need more time; overcome our senses
These landscapes hoped for more than our eyes, but we continue counting strides from place to place
The concrete was soft- it carried me off, tearing from the earth
it stretched to the sea where it deposited me, never to see ground again
Show the way to a calmer this morning; hold our heads up to the lighting
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Leaving New Haven
04:44
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Don't tire now- there's water close to rotate your throat
Vacillation overwhelms, dependability left in the ground
Too vague to tell, arrangements float between the cells
False necessity keeps us yearning for proximity to the sun
Cold weight of humid air press down our fears
Memory suffers in face of years
Will you override old sensations? Lakefront is moving closer
Is there hope to carve a deeper basin? Take time to reconsider
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Morning Bells
04:52
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Next day I found the ability to move without a sound
the stairs were all covered and carpeted
In the morning light the floor was warm
I sank into the space between the boards
Reverberations in the attic make it difficult for us to sleep,
but in the sunrise our vision is vivid we don't need the screen
This altitude is unnerving as I begin my acclimation here,
between clothes that we no longer wear and the shoes we once called home
Next day I found the ability to move without a sound
the stairs were all covered and carpeted
In the morning light the floor was warm
our footing sank into the ocean floor
Bring me like phasing lights back here I'll come back armor clad, blank even stone
Palisade rubble and damp air billows from my clothes, regards from home
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Route 104
03:11
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Kansas City won't you come down and teach of gray space?
Flatland ocean bring the best you can offer from dry planes
Split wing swallow remind me our words arrange us
Find me disarmed and bowed out; take insufficient count
While our centers fail our manner keeps
What's ours cannot be yours or mine
In refractions our understanding steeps
The academy always takes its time
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