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Nyx
04:34
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fall hard
into night’s open arms
waves still as black horses
grazing
borders disappear
there’s no pain, no fear
velvet sky
sown with bright beads of fire
hold on
the raft is old, but it’s strong
so many have crossed
before me
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Anything Might Happen
05:38
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I can’t read a mind
can’t even pick a lock
what is there to plunder?
just show me what you’ve got
anything might happen
anything at all
slither like an eel
coo like a turtledove
why would you forsake me?
well, why the hell not?
gods spin the bottle
high in heaven’s empty lot
pawn away my visions
feed me to the earth
what a messy business
all this dying and rebirth
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Rip Van Winkle
05:32
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speed of light
numbing tide
what nightmares and what dreams will rise?
sea of ultraviolet eyes
flowers blooming down my spine
rip van winkle rowing home
back in time to a gentler world
highlands
lowlands
land of dreams
of nearly was
and could have been
roe deer, foxes
run and play
where shells of human worlds decay
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The Night is Old
04:26
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before the rain, before the flood
before life squirmed in ancient mud
before the word and the tomes of lore
sasquatch, seraph, minotaur
before the gold rush, before the chains,
before the poison seed sprouted in the rain
before the lightning, the branding seal
heartless, soulless light of the real
before the heavy breath of hurricanes
tepid, tear-jerk sad refrains
before I knew what heartache was
when the red queen took off her gloves
is there somewhere I could hide?
from the roll call
from the punishing tide
the night is old
lacerated
full of eyes
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Ogre's Banquet
05:20
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when I was young I gnawed on bones
little baby ogre with a taste for blood
till my heart was taken by a golden worm
who left an open gaping hole
and when that worm had had their fill
they curled to sleep inside a rose
the ogre’s banquet has begun
rows of teeth all drip with blood
when I was young I gnawed on bones
little baby ogre with a taste for blood
now blood nor bone can whet my tongue
I drink the dew inside a rose
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Mote
05:56
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baby don’t cry
you’re nothing more than a mote of light
baby don’t cry
you’re nothing more than a mote of light
falling through time
a spark chased through the rubble of night
the sea doesn’t know its names
sky falls to earth and rises again
bells bleed and engines burn
what sweetness remains?
the voices of birds
a thousand sunsets deep
new moon a shard of broken glass
your tenderness transformed by frost’s
white-eyed hungry glance
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Tinderbox
04:14
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tinderbox
full of autumn ashes
ochre and amber and grey
spirit me home
petrified form
nebulas glow
like sea stars
a threadbare dream
sings inside a seed
wounded
one-eyed
melody
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Luz
04:20
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a flask of light from the world before
a flask of light from the world before
we drank it all
and smashed the bottle on the rocks
a stone that blossoms into waves
a blade that severs time and space
now you’ve shed your last skin
what remains
pare my voice down to the marrow
sing in me, o muse, I’m hollow
river of lava cuts through lands of snow
on the banks a host of revenant souls
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Fenny Compton Southam, UK
Sister label of Woodford Halse.
Folk / Folk Adjacent music presented on short run lathe cut records and glass mastered CDs.
Submissions open.
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