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Handaxe
05:14
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We cut our teeth
on simple needs,
on herd and grain,
and picking stones to fit our hands.
And thus was born:
hominin thought, hominin deed.
Then, our simple thoughts
shaped our tools,
knapping stones to fit our hands.
And thus was born:
hominin thought, hominin deed, hominin dreams.
And fire was tamed.
And wolf was tamed.
Handaxe let us dream.
What clever apes we made.
Then, our simple tools
shaped our thoughts,
lithic flakes of ape removed.
And thus was born: a killer
with hominin thought, hominin deed, hominin dreams.
And land was claimed.
And gods were named.
Handaxe let us dream.
What clever killers we made.
Hand. Axe. Kill. Lithic flakes of ape removed.
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2. |
K
02:04
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3. |
Obituaries
07:20
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You burned a hole like the sun,
darkest light, shining bright
in our eyes.
You dug a hole that fills with life,
careful and slow,
in our hearts with a knife.
I wish your god was real
I know he would punish you.
Your tombstone reads:
"May he rot in death
as he did in life."
Sekhmet's breath
scorching your neck,
her wind runs red,
through your head
drunk with death.
You deserve what will be written.
I wish your god was real
I know he would punish you.
Your tombstone reads:
"May he rot in death
as he did in life."
Your death is meaningless.
As is your life.
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4. |
Polaris
07:24
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When the clouds crashed up the mountainside,
you watched a great heaving, green planet swallow the sky.
And now you close your eyes and swing your fists in faith.
All these crooked stars, you bathe in their quick light.
Align your body, set your heart.
This blind arcing faith is your new true Polaris.
You learned the wrong lesson
from all of this wasted pain,
this light of death in the rain.
All these crooked stars, you bathe in their quick light.
Align your body, set your heart.
This blind, arcing faith is your new true Polaris.
Set your shoulders, crane your neck.
This blind arcing faith is your new true north.
"O my Lord, New North Star,
my veins filled with plasma,
touched by your hand of fire,
guide me, my Stabbing Light,
into darkness..."
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5. |
M
03:45
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6. |
Waters
07:06
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On this day, I fall.
Let my arms break
under the weight.
A babbling brook denied
becomes a deluge.
I fear my failures
will wash the earth clean
of all I've built.
The waters come
as I sleep,
safe in my bed,
safe in my room
safe in my home,
safe in my dreams
trapped in a valley.
I fear my failures
will wash the earth clean
of all I've built.
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7. |
Vespero
09:13
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"I awoke that morning
to a sudden clang of silence,
a pallid morning light
bleeding from dusk’s horizon,
some ersatz pyre
mocking the glory of dawn.
As I stepped outside,
and the wind
grew hot on my face,
I knew what we had done."
We kindled poison suns,
that we might strike first
and bathe in fire
to cleanse the earth
of those we feared
would cleanse us first.
We violent children...
That day I left
my withered home,
as the ashes
of our cities and our dead
were borne on pyre wind
to touch the livid sky,
and strangle the sun,
and starve the life
from all those who yet remain.
We violent children
have set our small blue world aflame.
No trees. No warmth. No life.
No sun. No stars. No light.
Q: The heavens are emptied.
Why have you forsaken us?
A: Your darkness fills the sky.
Why have you forsaken yourselves?
Forsaken! Forsaken!
Vespero mundi expectando!
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8. |
Fires
14:36
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I love you,
but we are a broken hammer:
all shims and splints, and full of good intentions.
I set fires. I set fires. I fill the sky with light. I set fires.
We talk in the heat
like a dry summer creek,
filled with last winter's leaves.
A silence of nettles,
old growth, and underbrush.
And the pitch pine bark
hides a turpentine heart.
I knew this day would come.
Eye to eye in the heat,
mouth in haste, roots embrace.
Does sapling or wasteland this caress of kindling make?
We dreamt of rain for this place,
for new growth to heal our mistakes.
I love you still, but we both know the rains have left us.
Sunbleached limbs and hollow hearts,
our lives our heavy with fuel.
Skin on skin feels like flint, like lightning, like wind.
I love you, but we are a forest in waiting.
I set fires. I set fires. I fill the sky with light. I set fires.
I set fires. I set fires.
Broken branches piled high,
I burn the Winter from our lives,
without flames the forest dies. I set fires.
I set fires. I set fires. I fill the sky with light. I set fires.
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