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faint signals
03:40
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i sometimes find myself
staring down a long hallway
with the figures of the future
all laid out in front of me
hearing echoes of the song i hope
they'll continue to sing
drawing me in
with the faintest signal
coming back to here and now
making whirlpools where i live
pulling inward with the sounds
of uncertainty and urgency
and will you still be around
and go on this way
with pumpkins in autumn
and then ice creams in spring
walking far close to our home,
hands scented mint and rosemary
oh this life that we know
has become a comfort to me
slow and steady
i try to notice
all the ways you grow my heart
i try to follow, try to capture
try to stay close to what we've got
cause i know the details of these moments
may someday melt away
but can it wait
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yesterday, revisited
04:04
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i told myself i'd get it done today
i picked the pieces up and made a plan for everything
i spread my mind to let it go and there it went
i let my heart believe that this time would be different
but it's always in the background listening
waiting patiently on a high cloud
yesterday will be revisited
a broken ghost that demands a crown
will you let me go, will you set me free?
if only just to go back to where i used to be
you'd never know a peacock's bright unless it opens
you'd never think that trees can speak until you spoke to one
but it's always in the background listening
waiting patiently on a high cloud
yesterday will be revisited
a broken ghost that demands a crown
i know you gave me this, and i do appreciate it
but you must know there's so many things for which i'd glady trade it
a finger for a ring, a hand to let it go
two strong arms to push a body in a barely floating boat
but it's always in the background listening
waiting patiently on a high cloud
yesterday will be revisited
a broken ghost that demands a crown
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tone poem #3
03:23
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i try to reach back
into the memory
and pick out a specific
phrase, find the
words that i'd heard you say
as though they were a line
in a play, written to be kept
and said again another day
i try to trace
the shape of your voice
as we talk left with only
stains, whispers through an amplifier
reminders but no real find
oh, these are the bits of stone
i use to build
an image of you
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one thin string
04:27
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bird-flown nests that only reflect
headphone soundtracks powering
my own tree trunk legs down a road
that's headed to nowhere i know the
june sun flaps like wings in the wind
makes fun of all my beads of sweat
and unwittingly fills my head
with ideas to turn and go back again
just because you let this go
doesn't make you a deserter
you don't have to lose all hope
to become someone deserving
of a full and joyful life, it's okay, no
don't think
there's just one change that i need
only then will i be complete
there's no such thing
don't think
you're beholden to one thin string
there's a freedom in unravelling
and the cast away
william wallace did lose his head
one london august twenty third
they called home to say he was dead
at that point he'd done all he could, and i
hope it's not too forward to say
considering your particular case
it's probably not too late for a start
at living the life that you want
and a healthy fear of the unknown
doesn't make you a bad searcher
til now you've gone quite far all alone
but take my hand and go further
the horizon is what makes the sun move
don't think
there's just one change that i need
only then will i be complete
there's no such thing
don't think
you're beholden to one thin string
there's a freedom in unravelling
and the cast away
you don't need
big letters for your name
spill your heart in invisible ink
and the message will stay
don't think
there's some distant delivery
if it happens then i'll be happy
so i'll just wait
cause you might
be on hold for your whole damn life
there's just now
there's no other time
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