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Green Vision
03:11
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Beholding signals from green insides
My mind’s as white as another sun
As I go out you’re stepping in
Snowy alps in your tired eyes
Saying “it is such a joy being here”
Indeed it is
Together we join the late eastern sky
A serpent dies
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One Glowing Witness
02:54
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Joanie, I’d love to show you what I see everyday
A mountain, a round lake and a river etched in time
Each morning we backpack, hitchhike and stride, crawl towards nowhere
Volcano-headed heading to what’s way more than a place
To find ourselves in our meandering beds
One glowing witness as a grain of sand
Well, Eva, I’d like to meet you while sunblindly enchanted
Our antlers vibrating to those harrowing beams on the ice
Each evening frustration would still calcify in our eyes
But us cup-handed animals some water would contain
To find ourselves in our meandering beds
One shiny witness in a grain of sand
Sky burial by projection
Sky burial by projection
Joanie, I’d love to show you what I see everyday
Joanie, I’d love to see just what you see everyday
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Mount Change
07:08
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Caught myself while driving east for sanity one sunday afternoon
With my viking sword trying to slash the headlights and the fog
The naked branches from the trees were all trying to hold me back
But with my flaming eyes I managed to escape and just
Behold Mount Change from my hart-shaped heart
In the freezing darkness of that night
the whole round earth shook so hard
I was woken by the sound
of demons climbing out
the creases in the ground
morning came with distant howls
and in the early sun I looked up from the icy pools
Behold Mount Change
Hold Mount Change
See my changing
From my clay deer heart
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Delay your aspect human prairie,
steer your hooves through halls in time
Will-o-the-wisps are memories
Can you drift through them,
See your eyes underground
Underground
I drag through moors and quicksand people
Always bogged down and bemired
My mind’s glue river shuts my eyes
Pouring debris into my mouth
My mouth
Once in Denmark
I was striding through the dark
The black bog swallowed me but as I sank I saw a hart
Delay your aspect human prairie,
steer your clogs through halls in time
Will-o-the-wisps are dictionaries
you drift through them,
See your eyes underground
Underground
Once under Hrothgar
I was eaten by the marsh
But as I sank I saw a deer
On floating hearts
It looked at me
And on my tomb of mud it lit a fire
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Foggy Drummer
04:16
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At the edge of the evergreen forest
Foggy Drummer stands
I watch him protecting bark demons
Collecting blackbird heads
He holds his sword
His internal storm
He tells me tales of his birdfriend
Her name is Raspberry
Together, swimming through red tears
They reach the core of their dream
And with their sword
They slash it free
Drumming alone now
Mountains and firs in my mind
Drumming alone now
Dragons breathe heavy tonight
At the edge of the evergreen forest
Foggy Drummer stands
He holds his sword
He’s solid soul
Not fog alone
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A Pillar in Sweden
02:46
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The quest for that thing was set
My legs started to divine the thing
Vibrations through the trees
Crawling and slithering
Thousand miles per hour
Through mines and orbits
I am finally driven to this soil thing
A flat land
That my feet had always been knowing
In eternal Sweden
In the future
Where the land understands me
(And so do I)
My legs are finally living pillars
All lines shine parallel
Beam vertical
(Firs fingers and spines)
As the days stretch neverending
In time blue horizons extending
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Sunhammer
04:35
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Day breaks - my chest
Mourningbringer morning beam
Hammer of the gods
Smashing through grey glass gates
Flies (a black swarm that has been haunting)
Shimmering, fiery and iron-cold
As heavy as a hundred iron mountain-mares miles away and in the mist
Crushes the bones
Breastbone splinters wake me up
As Sun-Hammer has my heart
Sun-Hammer has my heart
Day breaks - my chest
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Lac Manicouagan
08:01
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Wyvern Song
03:32
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Under blue vaults
We would be living
But buzzing for more
The hydras are breathing
Evil
Dreaming
Fall through mysterious places
To find a blade that traces
Wyvern wrecks
Spiralling
Up their necks
Over the sea
The grey ships are flying
Asleep underneath
My breastbone is pierced by
High-pitched
Lightning
Fall through moss-bearded branches
To find a blade that chants in
Birdish tongues
Spiralling
In our songs
And through mysterious places
We’ll recognise the faces
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Lac Observation
03:59
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There is a circle island that is imperfect
and there is an us that is perfect
somewhere in the dimples of the lake.
but there is also an us that is imperfect, heads leaning into the wind,
hands stuffed in jacket pockets,
roaming the mottled shore.
the smiling gaze of our four eyes is
multiplied to cover the whole round river
by the total silver sun reflection of Lac Observation
as it is viewed from space.
I imagine the two uses hiding from each other in the hills,
masked by the tundra loam but leaving clues of our adjacent life
(knotted grass, a cairn, leaf cuts)
laughing in our wakes.
the smiling gaze of our four eyes is
multiplied to cover the whole round river
by the total silver sun reflection of Lac Observation
as it is viewed from space.
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Hollow gaze inside the mirror
And a constant scream of terror
Oh no
Faced the unknown
Then I looked back and I saw there was water for miles
Flooded lands I only see
Though I know the sea’s a sheet
But oh no
Long way to go
Why even start, and how are those black waves so tall?
But our eyes inside the mirror
Pierced the constant scream of terror
Shapeshifting in a neverending leap to be loved
What remains of myself
a black pond at the bottom of Lake Superior
It’s dense, it doesn’t blend
With all the rest
Of the dark blue water
But it’s not lifeless
It’s got valleys and forests
And bottomless whirlpools
Oh look there’s a dragon
Down there beside the river
Witnessing heart-wrenching worlds
In the halls of the blessed you’d be totally useless
Oh look there’s a dragon
Down there beside the river
Witnessing no shame at all
In a garden of Eden we’d be totally out of place
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