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Hush, let the comets quieten
For a tender chrysalis now comes undone
Pushing back the pupal curtains
The wings of a fresh earth
Delicate yet bold
Begin to cascade outward
From their familiar embrace
At wings first peek
The fresh earth welcomes in
The first splash of light
Upon it’s novel plane
Slipping through the splits
Of the frail cocoon
Soaking into the rich turf birthed beneath
Beams of life dance
From blades to beds
With each glint seeming
More effervescent
Than the last
Putting on a display that
Would cast tears from
The driest of stones
Bemused in a state of whimsy
The wind lets out a
Sheepish laugh of excitement
Gusts giggling and whispering
Amongst the trees
Sending leaves spinning
Into a curtsy
Making the forests
Smile from ear to ear
Praise the land beneath us
Sense it’s vast depth
Touch the walls of our verdant monastery
Feeling the dew of the first morning
Coat the tips of your fingers and
Shimmer in brilliance when met
With the eye of the sun
The silence of beginnings is sacred
The moment before life happens and
The winds of tomorrow blow us into
New skies to be present under
Let us hold onto this lull
While it still lingers in the air
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
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Selkie (feat. Liyv)
04:42
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Oh did I waste my heart
To feel you closer
In time
Inside my head
Without
Your silver Couture
No doubt
But I am small
Without
And I wont fall back again
Only too late
Never stay
Always lie
Only too late
Never stay
Always lie
Only too late
Never stay
Always lie
Hold still
Won't you go without
I hear the call
While I endure well
Now you say
With promises
I've lost
Myself in ashes
Oh did I waste my heart
To feel you closer
In time
Inside my head
Without
Your silver Couture
No doubt
But I am small
Without
And I wont fall back again
Only too late
Never stay
Always lie
Only too late
Never stay
Always lie
Only too late
Never stay
Always lie
Only too late
Never stay
Always lie
Only too late
Never stay
Always lie
Only too late
Never stay
Always lie
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3. |
Megalith
03:35
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It cracks until it glows
I let it decompose
And then it breaks
Everything
Everything
It cracks until it glows
I let it decompose
And then it takes
Care of me
Care of me
It cracks until it glows
I let it decompose
And then it takes
Care of me
Care of me
It cracks until it glows
I let it decompose
And then it takes
Care of me
Care of me
It cracks until it glows
I let it decompose
And then it breaks
Everything
Everything
It cracks until it glows
I let it decompose
And then it takes
Care of me
Care of me
It cracks until it glows
I let it decompose
And then it breaks
Everything
Everything
It cracks until it glows
I let it decompose
And then it breaks
Everything
Everything
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4. |
Crook (feat. Chordata)
02:26
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Look
She ain't always open with you, but she sorta ajar
He's a re-offending crook, in and out of the bars
It feels better than it looks, and you go blind when it's blind when it's
I got some sins, listen in
Where do I start?
Let the cell ring, nothing to tell me
Know alarms when I hear em
But fuck my well-being
Talking sense to me is an ear beating
All I'm hearings interference
Charlie Brown at a PTA meeting
Far away from God in heavens nosebleed seating
Vet against these demons tryna pen peace treaties
Some day I'll repent, but hell's been in 3D
Inhale shit that's not air so I can breathe easy
She ain't always open with you, but she sorta ajar
He's a re-offending crook, in and out of the bars
It feels better than it looks, and you go blind when it's dark
I got some sins, listen in
Where do I start?
I was feeling manic, so I'm acting like a soap show
I was being damaged, don't be judging just how we cope
I was disadvantaged, I had problems by the boatload
I was up and planning, took the cold made a ski slope
Went from cold hearts to icing out my throat
Wave Noah's ark, even when I cry to Shiloh
Appalled like they Blart, hate a copper to the upmost
They tell like an art, shocked i don't want em too close
Had to push away another pyromaniac
Only way I'm cool with you, your standing way back
And I know when I son em, these fools burning up.
Fire-starters with a heater, but you can't aim for none
Only time I'm a snake is when they boiling my blood
But the squad gonna come, and they really going dumb
And they cutting up your guts like it's chitlins for lunch
If your what it is now, we'll make you what it was
I got racks
I got racks
I got racks
I got racks in my eyes
I got prayers for my health, I got some for my demise
I got D-
I got D-
I got D-
I got DMs what's mine
Got 'em falling after autumn I bring cold to winter time
I bring my friends to the function, I'm tryna open minds.
Messy tryna open bottles cuz he tryna open wives
Wives
Wives
I'd rather leave my brain behind
But I'm never not on 10
I never drop a dime
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Dig your heels into the soil
And scatter what remains of me
Sow me into the earth so
I can cast my roots
And make friends with the rot
Tend to the shrubs
Being a kind host to
The weak and wary that
Choose to seek shelter
In our humble garden
The same as I did
Many blossoms ago
Pay attention to the way
The flowers wane
Look upon them fondly
When they begin to feel
The breath of Fall on their backs
For there will always be another Spring
Put your ear to their stalks
Listen to the pulse
Weakly stumble into pocket
Trying to cling on to the last of
Their breathing green
The hope of lasting lights
And midsummer contentment
Now seeming to wheeze from their lungs
Sit in between the thorns for a while
Let their pricks speak whispers into
Your flesh and tell you how they
Miss the way the Dogwood used
To play with the evening sun
In between its fingers like a
Burnished two-pence piece
Flirting through the crooks
Of every branch and occasionally
Letting the spill of July
Graze the cheeks of the rose bushes
Remember that your love
Will never be lost in this garden
Only ever redirected
Tenderness kept in circulation
By means of nourishment
And passing songs bosomed by
Choirs of larks
When the low hum of Spring feels ever-distant
And the plants begin to heave,
I hope to remain as your Winter Honeysuckle.
Seeing you through every cough and splutter.
Keeping your wary senses full of sweetness,
Even in the bleakest of dusks
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