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Telos
08:39
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In the first days, in the very first days, in the first nights, in the very first nights. Water has not touched your feet, water has not touched your hands. We came down from the mountains with wings for arms. We sowed the fields with towers, they flowered with our bones. We wove verse into garments, burned grain in bursting hearts. Our faces turned to harvest the summer’s burning stars. We voiced untangled veins: the truth lives in our names. Drew words beneath the city and paintings in the dark. It was death that brought you to me. Four walls were born and birthed me. Awake, my eyes a city. I bore a twin illusion. Water has not touched your feet, water has not touched your hands.
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Hand and Eye
03:13
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Oh, in the sun, you and I, we are bright, oh! Oh, onyx-eyed, making shapes in the night, oh, oh! Mouth to my feet, to my knees, to my face, oh! Rooted in me, you create a new place, oh, oh! I wrest a peak from the earth, rend the sky, oh, oh! I birth a void, nourish you with my hand and eye. Your body moves closer. I turn away, frozen. I sow the fields with your blood for the moons which shiver ablaze, though entombed in my womb, oh, oh! Building a gate with your bones, long and white, oh, oh! City in hand, filled with my luminous eyes.
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My Sisters
04:53
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When I died, you buried me, you pushed my face against my knee. (I will mourn for you, sister, I will mourn for you.) Tongue to flesh, ash in your hair. Made one from three: a drowning prayer. (I will tear my eyes, sister, I will tear my eyes. I will burn for you, sister, embers at your shrine.) Mourn for me, sisters, mourn for me now. (I will burn for you, sister, burn and tear my thighs.) Tall as the heavens, wide as the earth. Strong as a lion, widowed at birth. Hair like a sea storm, rising and deep. Sail to a city, faceless, asleep. Eldest in sunrise, tongueless despair. Youngest in twilight, disrobed and bare.
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Aphonia
07:06
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I waited. You robbed my tomb, wore my flesh as your shield, though filled with tears. Hearing your dream, your cry of guilt, a thousand hands led me to an island. Where the seas meet, they shape cities. They summon me. From stillness into motion, I'll push my boat from a grey shore. Veiled sky rotates, shifting, flaring. Marrowed armor at my temples, at my forearms, flashes upward.
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Parturition
05:07
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I awoke from a dream in a dream on a pale shore. On my knees, calling out humming waves to an island. Nothing will change and will not change like time. My sisters know we are carven lines. You will be blind until you look to me. All that you were, given to the sea.
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