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Interval I
04:43
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Currents
17:52
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Heavy Bough of the dark
mirrored depth dark below,
whispered texts in the moonlight,
harrowed and heavy hand,
from the dirty corner of the war,
shining light on the dark,
torso's flight toward mimetic song,
sparks first thought solid shad
hear their song through the wall,
stone thighs of the night,
murmur song from dead hopeless eyes,
sending innocent roots,
through the creeping criminal ground.
Into light darkened soft,
old recalling leaps from the air,
dewy lips from fountain force,
verdant dying decayed,
sweet fragrance from downy leave,
torn apart from the falling rain,
foggy shadows of misted breath,
speaking twilight in song,
when we wake it will be sweet again,
telling stories to the flagging moon,
darkened hallways in the bright light of day,
hot days traveled over glass,
speaking warm breath at night.
Heavy bough of the dark, mirrored depth dark below,
sparks of sun first thought solid shade,
hear their songs through the wall,
message sent through a temple bell,
ringing lightly on cupboard doors,
drinking silently off,
defenseless sense appealed
to our better sides,
we're calling all off,
incantations so desperate,
pull us from the gleaming inside,
sadness left in disarray,
drifting torpor in denial,
please tell us what we are.
In the pale after light,
glowing softly in June,
we forget all of winter still
frozen in altar shade,
branches naked and white with frost,
lofting spells from the dying planes,
ashes order in our water.
Phantom pale in the light,
singing wishes into the well,
find the child white in apron,
though the memories linger,
lilt of prayer chatters on,
when we once were free again,
long ago lost and redeemed,
nothing ever is gone,
nothing can be destroyed
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Interval II
03:49
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Katherinella Angustri
17:13
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Life into Waves, in the grey outgoing tide.
We will dissolve, body of salt and ash and bone.
Flesh will divide, flesh divides into the light.
Forsake memory, waking into the ash and fire.
Sinking in stones, a busy noise by waking day.
In whispering groves, resplendent brook sings in decay.
Land will divide, the stones divide into the waves.
Body and plains, we will be salt and ash and bone.
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