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The Empire Never Ended
02:26
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I forgot the camera to
photograph your laugh,
your cyclical psychic tribe,
your lost puppy left to die.
I look at the circuits down
below your thighs where lost cities rebuild
this gargantuan will.
The soldering iron is fragile.
Generalise the city states.
I forgot the equipment.
Kill me with a sudden rise of power.
Instantaneous in value, it is worth the sorrow.
How are you?
I am the feedback on your interim report.
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Fuel Gauge
03:06
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Altocumulus Standing Lenticularus
Altocumulus Castellanus
Brume Brume Brume
Brume Brume Cirrus Stratus
Widespread Dust Funnel Cloud
For Your Information
Icing in Precipitation
Knots
Latitude
Lifting Brume
Lifting Brume
Spray
Rain
Reduce
First observation
Snow breaks
Relation to the short shrift
Showers
Significant
Slight
Sea Level Pressure
Smoke Small Snowfall Sunset
Squall Sunrise Stratus
Stable Steady Strong
Stations
Thick thin through
Thick thin temporary
Upper
Upper Winds
Extreme Zulu
Extreme Brume
Extreme Brume to you
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This means nothing
The step-up to the step after
Abandonment
Follows faster
Clichéd disaster
This body means nothing
Friction burns
Grafted to her
Embedded in plaster
Drowning in something
Tethers burn in significance
Like this
I spread out, harder
To attain this state,
Accidental something
Triggered pathway
We only see, we never learn
Don’t stumble at a beginning
This means nothing unless you think it through
Even then it’s up to you
I won’t hold your hand, that’s not a clue
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Echopraxia
02:54
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You promise me I can trust that
when you move me I won't move much.
That if you tilt my head sideways
You will support me in every way.
I won't be in any uncomfortable
positions. No muscle cramps.
You will make sure I take my meds.
You will obscure my face from the camera.
I'm losing my grip on trust.
It's all I've got. It's no longer enough.
You smile and tell me that if I just
work at it I'll be worthy of your love.
Manhandled, I don't recognise
this bad excuse for set decoration.
Then, you will make sure to put me back safe.
Then, you will induce me to coma.
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6. |
Overtaking the Light
04:46
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Despite their up's and down's,
they've know love in their lives
even if it's just a memory
clutched in the night,
even if their lives
threaten to overtake their light.
Things mightn't be the same
but there's gotta be
some hope
or what's the point?
I have to avoid
being a fishwife,
gutting the whole world whole.
I have to stop
the world fucking with me
recognise some control.
I have to write
love stories
to fill me with what I don't know.
I have to hope
that someday soon...
I have to invent
imaginary equals to myself.
I have to write
love songs
to live through someone else.
I have to see
things through,
on paper at least.
More and more,
these protagonists
get more like me.
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there's some sort of flower kinda machine that if used to interrupted what was going to happen here what was going to happen here was that I would talk to you in that voice that you don't like where it's kinda well I'm not really sure because you're all about confidence so what should've happened was that talk but instead we have this machine intruding into our life I mean nobody wanted it who needs to arrange flowers who needs to have flowers in their life all I wanted was this talk with you about our future about where we're going you didn't you didn't seem that interested I'm really not surprised I don't like lilies anyway they're a bit maudlin really and roses are clichéd carnations are for old men it's a troublesome area to be meddling in
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Where You Last Left It Dublin, Ireland
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