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To The Bare Plinth
05:02
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Belated second sight
Son of all remade
The soul of certainties
Foresaw the arch today
Commanding
Remade in fire
In the soul and the eyes of fire
In the soul and there I arise
In the risen bell
To know the call
You're left be side and souls of fire are wrest
Commanding
Remade in fire
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Bloodied hands
An uncouth pall
Their vulgar parlour waits
So that a legacy remains
We chosen left resting aloft
And so we may be walled
Together in grace
Under the ordinance of a giant
Burning down
So oppress us
Such lofty dreams there and here I am
No fate they say
No choice innate
The fifth within
Smashed and broken
There is nowhere my friend
It's all nothing
Only we know what only we can know
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Gold Plate
05:25
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Behind the wall
Behind the morning
Realm of the opaque
Mirk and turbidity
Covet meaning and hatred
Each number mere machine
And fear is enough
Contempt aloft
Profundity soars
"Not much cop as…"
But it’s not for you
Your comfort
Your need
Elite sheen
Stone coat
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4. |
Erratum
04:13
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Maybe you got out and maybe you won
Out over on that side
On this we are all lost
And what a glass to pity I've seen
Post literate hymns
& homonym
Hums and haws
& holds the hearth (at bay)
A game
In the dead book
With age leaves cares
Low art
Malcontent
Upon the cairn you say
You don't say much
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Cousin Silence
04:51
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Aentity I knowe thee
It’s contention
A life in dirge
Late night morning
Toll: I wish, I would, look, upon, the glass
And see
O for Oblique
And I as Illusion
As I must confess
I merely want
I gorge, and purge
Unheard, uncared
Rotten, in extreme
In excelsis
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6. |
Sustenant Airs
06:03
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Feeble oils
Writhen to the looming walls
No body be
In foul vapour
Call him ssserpent
Each scale a word
To give and claim
A toll and a gift
Left adrift
And there is no way
Behind the wall
I am all that you made me to be
And none of these things
Each number, mere machine
And fear is enough
Meet me there
I am mere
And wanting
Just a sigh in the great storm
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Mirrir Edinburgh, UK
and so it is there that I stood when I looked out beyond to those sparse valleys and something spoke to me out there and thenceforth I did toil away years into decades and it was a long while until I did note upon it that it was a voice within all along and I had been reaching out while neglecting to seek within and only then did I note that I was now empty and the valleys were barren still ... more
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