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Invocation
00:32
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May some worn fist clobber me, knocking me down
rough me up, tip me over
let it settle me down
may so many hard shadows muscle me in on myself
may it pinch
settle me down
may I find bubbling up pockets of laughter anyway
may I take my beating is the same spaces that I play
and may playing make shallow (as in each sweet other time) what I had wanted it to be
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Dearest
00:30
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Strangeness
00:31
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4. |
Gather
00:30
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5. |
Stomping Of Boots
00:30
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6. |
Lady
00:30
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7. |
Gallop
00:30
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8. |
I Told Ya So
00:30
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9. |
Heaviest
00:30
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10. |
Please
00:30
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Waking up on my feet
Shuffle off the busy street
“It’s not Looking good” confessed a scattered strain using my chest
Hop the curb and undressing
I toss my clothes into a tree
And muttered prayers for several blocks
Begged you to find me
You were ashing in your hair when I came in to find you there
Clearly just as mad as me
And it breaks my heart to see
And how many ways I shook that face
And it didn’t blink at all
Oh my stupid heart derailed and taken apart
You climbed on stage
You blundered wholly
Oh my stupid heart
Derailed and broken
You climbed on stage
Pull the curtains long
Hearing heavy songs
Breath a plea: “embrace!”
But if I can’t hold my chest in place
I might drop us and it’ll clobber you
And it doesn’t blink at all
An eye opens
I’m now leading you up the crooked ladder of my chest
Pressing through, you’re now embedded
I’m holding you
You’re struggle using my chest
I’m holding you
An Angry rattle
I’m holding you
A mouthless struggle purring
Every woman in you ambling
Every woman in you a clumsy congregation
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12. |
Stranger Struggle
00:30
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13. |
Leave Our Hearts
00:30
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