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so many medicines between what we say and what we do.
self heal is medicinal verbiage.
using word-medicine, heat the bath.
enkindled cinnamon meant to heal will burn a becoming body like an angst flower.
when called for use a word-pour distraction, neural oil lubricant,
supervised therapeutic shockwave, long note for the surgery body.
bathe in vibration. run while bathing for increased generation.
the oil’s wonderful breath and voice carves through the mess.
repeat: the cogent brown breath
within me is a guarded treasure.
ultrasound wall is a bath song goodbye. cinnamon oil finish. all over focus pleasure.
dig deep as an opera’s sullen handkerchief applause.
live
sweating good water, sharing ooze therapy.
the sound occluding body frost is the word “enough”
deep inside you rising with the heat, pushing debris
miraculously.
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Day Drifter w/ Perila
03:56
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looking at the wind
i see reflections
colours seem to memorise the shades of mood
fleeting instance of the moment in full bloom
keeping quiet secrets softly at your door
touch which has no explanation
torch that burns inside makes my body warm
never the same
always on the run
drifting day to day to find the feeling
chasing invisible
never the same
always on the run
drifting day to day to see the meaning
chasing invisible
looking at the wall
i see reflections
lights in boxes of the frame outdoor
changes backward you don’t even want to know
we so stuck in mesh of empty senses
coping thinking sleeping dreaming phasing in a fog
high on gas of life in plastic bottles
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You want to feel the swelling
Taking the knife away from your hand
The knife will do the pitting
Never walking away from your side
You'll lie
And I'll take your brass upon me
Never fall to the intermittent pearl
And I'll conceal the knife with a quickness
Never revealed to the other
What's your stake?
Let it pelt to the answer
Never willed to wait for tonight
Separate lives
Never go back to sour
What's your lie?
But today
Worn tough
Center nothing, wait
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something out of reach
still glowing
transfigures
once unobtainable
this vessel
longing, touching,
circulating through memory
internal swelling
to unattach
lengthening my arms
I'm missing
the space inside grows fonder
recollection of movement
finding, leisurely, pleasure
our constant states of departure,
unearthed
an essence of warm impressions
instilled in this body
by loving transgressions of the kin i keep
closer, shedding skin
light and goodness
enriched growth
our communion spilling
your parting
sits
in me
expanding
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Ambrosia w/ NAP
06:29
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Mayo primero 2021
Nos encontramos al medio día para celebrar
El día más importante
De una cultura pagana y ancestral
La excusa del día
Pues
Para recoger flores
Y realizar nuestras vías
Para re-conectar con la madre
Con el agua
Y con la sangre
Pero también para conocernos más
Para vernos más
Para tocarnos
Para conocer las inquietudes y los sueños
Por qué en la intimidad
Nos acercamos más
Los escrúpulos
Y las lejanías
Emocionales
Espirituales
Eso se va
Y contigo se va
Y ese día se fue
Por qué mientras que caminábamos
Y compartíamos
Nos acercábamos más
Caminábamos por una ciudad fantasmas
Compartiendo sueños y esperanzas
Tratando de crear una proyección
Para un futuro en el cual
Los dos
Y pues
El resto del mundo
Puedan realizar
Las cosas que quieren ver
Las cosas que quieren hacer
Nos encontramos al final del canal
En una intersección
Con muchos carros
Y un poco industrial
Nos encontramos por la noche
Después del trabajo
A tomarnos
Te de hongos
Los arrojamos en el agua
Esperando
Nos encontramos por la noche
Después del trabajo
Te de hongos
Que el vino se envejece
Y este cuerpo se atrofia
El elixir de la vida
Ambrosía
nuestras almas
bailando por encima
dándonos cuenta
que no sabíamos
donde uno terminab
y el otro empezaba
y cuando amanecía
comíamos ensalada
de fruta y goma
ahí vimos
el elixir de la vida
ambrosía
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Milau w/ Zoe Darsee
05:44
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You could say that I came here
You could say that I came here at all
It hid in this place, in the water
digging, hiding, guarding
You could say that I came
on a dormant train
No horse
No vote
You could say that I came here
That I followed nobody
No bridge
The skies full on
with arrows
the skies
found me digging,
hiding, guarding
My horse lost
The dream washed
The guardian of the interior
Thanked the arrow
For a threshold crossed
You could say that I followed a rose
rotating around the axle
Time spun and dropped
There, in the echo
a shimmer
There, I bathed her in glass
I dressed my champion
who dawns
You could say that I came here
because I could
You could say that I came here at all
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Dust Devil w/ Shy
03:01
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Slipstream w/ NM
06:05
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You a slipstream wide as May
slipstream wide as what may well be
waiting
teased out way of
playing
at an ending
Slipstream
how many
times am I gonna say
My pride gets in the way
or I don’t really own it running or
one skin doesn't really home me or
I’m not tryna play
Slip stream your tone might
kiss me
You get me undone
to the redux
rerun
tape hiss
drip feed
you slip me
under the tongue might as well be one
Slip stream
you sight
mainly me that
sight to see but
could I really
release you
could I really
clip this dream
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