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12.29 (Ahiarmiut)
01:24
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Three spirits came to me
And drew me apart
To where the olive boughs
Lay stripped upon the ground:
Pale carnage beneath bright mist.
The stars have never shone as
bright as they have this year
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2. |
On Skylines of Embers
03:41
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The skies drape down like moss on trees
falling fast, move so swift,
onto us
Some bring eternal day, radiant
gardens, sunrays illuminate
secrets hidden in dark, no
visages nor refuge from blazing
light, I see harmony, disunity; self
as all
Yet some are so blinding that I can’t see
what all is heading towards, or
feel the heat of the world on my back,
blistering, searing, I am marked
(and we all are marked)
So where were you when the gardens
burned? When fair days of heat turned
to scullery fires? When all secrets came out
grasping onto self? When all began
to expel us?
Do you ever take the time to breathe everything in?
Do you ever feel the rot deep in your lungs?
(Something we wanted —
some drive — to
destroy ourselves)
My vision of us: grasping
at the ends, corpses in the flowers,
letting go
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3. |
The Punishment
03:36
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Rising from bottom to top, top to bottom
Signs of rot, signs of sin
Signs of sun, signs of water
In the air, in your lungs
We have seen centuries that
contain years, and years that
contain centuries, ground of
the Enets became Norilsk and
Lenapehoking became a steel hell
We have failed time and time again
and always lapse into efforts to avoid
the punishment
Finally it comes, though,
we felt it would as a stirring
in the sky and as a breaking
of ice —
I have heard that stirring, as
you have, I have heard the
crumbling brick from across the
earth, I have heard cries of
the indigenous silenced only
to come manifest as fire
Bodies have begun to fall
in front of you, voices from
the cold that warned of
their own demise, you
silenced their song, you
ignored their cries, the blood
is on our hands
Extinction events wrought by
consumptive greed come
to claim us — and we cry
for change now, no weeping
at corpses of cows or
the sight of Inuit starving, but
only for the Earth killing those that
kill it
I have heard that stirring, as
you have, I have heard the
crumbling brick from across the
earth, I have heard cries of
the indigenous silenced only
to come manifest as fire
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4. |
Acéphale
04:39
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I want no constraints, no
limit to self, no
filtered, safe reality, no
denial of all things raw, no
dilution of individuality, I
want nothing
We are collectives, I am
alienated, hardly able to focus
my breath, lost in being
everything at once; I am
the reality of a planet dead
We live on as the destruction, as
the ashes, as wounds
It was never about hope, nor
was it about prevention
Selfishly I live as myself, away
from conceptions of outsideness
with desire armed, but
with no emancipation
(and delirious in a winter heat, I
am looking, I am looking, I am
straining)
Visions I have had have fragmented into
something darker, nearer, already here —
corpses still lay in flowers, we still
grasp at ends, palms opening to
reveal nothing
Yet with a certain stillness, my own
lifelessness, everything has finally arrived
But I can’t
Watch as this
Crumbles, thinking
Only of me
But I can’t (Beyond boundaries)
Watch as this (Beyond borders)
Crumbles, thinking(Beyond self)
Only of me (I always can)
But I can’t (Beyond boundaries)
Watch as this (Beyond borders)
Crumbles, thinking (Beyond self)
Only of me (I always have)
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5. |
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I know that I will go like
everything ever has, I’m
aware of my fleeting nature in
times so dire, I feel myself
slipping away, through cracks
in the soft dirt, and for once it’s
calm outside
(Summer survives, winters die)
And for once I feel renewal, I
feel the shame slipping away from me;
in flourishing leaves and water
in flourishing leaves and water
I hear calls — remain still, remain idle,
feel the water against your face, plant
yourself in the rushing river that
flows once more, all settles, life
remains
Even if without us
Even if without us
Without us, it comes again
Without us, it comes again
As we disintegrate —
You feel a rebirth, the undying
will of life prevails, the gardens
grow once more, an effervescent
glow on barren landscapes
(and you feel yourself fall —)
And for once, God is not dead
and his hands hold me, so they
hold nothing, and he holds
himself
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