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Vitus

They say I look like the living dead
They say I can't have much in my head
They say my songs are much too slow
But they don't know the things I know

I know I don't belong
And there's nothing I can do
I was born too late
And I'll never be like you

times when

in times when there is no
one to tell you how to do it
you may have to make
a big decision

and i won't waste another breath
on what i want to see
delivered

before you begged and left
your stead to keep a hand
severed
and how often you led your friends
to believe nonsense

but they won't waste another breath
on what they want to see
delivered

honey

new drone / ambient live vocal stuff

pearls

in time
your pearls shall become
your swine
red wine
still recalls a certain
summer night
july
brings so many visions
to my eyes
that i
had tried to push aside
that i
knew i couldn't hide

in time
the sun
will rise
over the valley
in time
the sun
will rise

in time
your pearls shall become
your swine
you're mine
in a vision that i have
some nights
divine
arc of a shoulder
as you look behind
in time
your pearls could
own you

moon sequel

marking time

a beating of the most quiet
and unconscious drum
is slowed and quickened by
heavy waking hands
weighted with rings of water
and half-remembered thoughts
re-imagined and re-remembered
and frozen into holy ores to pass down
to smaller fingers.

skin to ore & ore to skin,
the drumming does not end
as it did not begin
(marking time
marking time
marking time
two three four
stop.)













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