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Terminal Formative
03:23
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from this vantage point I see three planes intersecting
distant points of light intertwine in a narrow patch of sky
caught in an instance, ingrained in the fabric
their sinews connect the divide
wordless exchanges of passing people,
halfway aware of each others' presence
there's paths just the same weaved in these woods
torn from the mouth used to curse my home
as a brick passed through the glass
cross pollinator, you've done all you need
youthful vessels on an ancient sea
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Dead Language
05:23
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did you feel that tug on the ropes?
I thought I caught you throwing out your cigarettes
it's a ritual of the widest scope,
hide in your house until it all blows over
you're looking at the ground again,
you're slouching in your seat again
straighten out your spine, something has to change
you just have to let me know when
could you hear your neighbor's footsteps?
be bated until they disappear again
dive back into nonexistence
it's not cold anymore, but you can still see your breath
the dead are wiser than us all, but their knowledge is lost
I scrawled it out on my forearm: "individualism is a curse"
nothingness isn't as frightening as we think
I scrawled it out on my forearm: "we embrace it"
we embrace it
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Five Hundred
03:37
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the sunrise looks a lot like the sunset
if you don't know which direction you're looking.
monuments couldn't stop it
it was that morning a cosmic sliver split the larynx,
watch the blood trickle from your nose
all I thought was, "you always have to be a martyr"
always fantasizing about jumping in front of the trains you take
don't commit to misery
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Abscess
00:55
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Kaneda
04:03
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what is unhinging itself from you?
it's wholly inherent, but redacted
what is the meaning of meaning itself?
it's solely derision and lack of control
there is no examined life, the examiner is absent
the great other is a flickering light, a construction of our desire to please
there is no real observer, we are truly on our own
black hole on the prairie cuts its path, but the burden's off of our shoulders
the imaginary bug in the bed is now a full grown beast
I don't remember the last time I saw them, or if they existed at all
a spectral sound beckons outside a second story apartment window
the claws of exploration can no longer be ignored
the bliss is looming at the end, it's the greatest relief that I've ever felt.
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