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Blood thirsty mobs
Wander around
The streets,
Chaos underneath
Chaos running
Underground
Gunning
White blood vessels
Unexposed belief
Not even aware
Growing wild underneath
Never touch the air
Chaos running
Underground
Gunning
White blood vessels
On the inside
Inner foundries
Meet magma
Without boundaries
Chaos running
Underground
Gunning
White blood vessels
Bloody clenched
Fist of dirt
Mineral fire
Boil the earth
Hell for those beasts
Who can stand the heat
Hard for stones to let blood
Molten ochre left alone
Blood thirsty mobs
Wander around
The streets,
Chaos underneath
Chaos running
Underground
Gunning
White blood vessels
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Blasted
Unhindered
By physics
Racing
In all
Directions at once
Best way
To live
Oblivious
Frenzied
Dogs eyes
Open up wide
The worst way to live
Within an awareness
Paralyzed in the present
Unable to act
He doesn't
Budge
The possum lies
Still
All of the weight
Of existence
Within
The traps
Of time
Come on
Crushing
Light is rushing
But time stops
Neurons pulled into the past
All things flattening
And smashed
Do your best
Pull yourself up
Into a moment
Where you can move
How many dimensions
Trap the dream?
As flat as a thought
It might seem
Do you want to see
How I treat time
Peer inside
My whirring mind
How does it like that?
To be run aground
In thought
Smashed on the rocks
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Someone
Watches
Over
You
You
Whether you like it
Or not
Whether you see it
Or not
Has
The same
Eyes
As you
One day
You will need help
Hanging by a finger
Holding on to yourself
One day you will fail
They will carry you away
Whether you like it or not
They will lay you down
Bring you
Back to life
Like brothers
Who need you alive
They need you alive
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Be absolutely still
While the sun is down
Ignore the wind
Living in the hills
Stones are your brothers
Covered in tall grass
Life is endless
Wait for nothing to pass
Predator stare
Nerves ignite the air
Live on this level
Of electrical devils
Different faces
Of nature begin to emerge
wonderful beings
Emerge into the clearing
How fear is digested
When there is no
Such thing as time though
Things move quickly
Wildnerness might seem slow
But you just don't know
What the animals dream
While they're resting
Take aim
Keep the head high
Hold your breath
Bow and arrow
Hold tight the grip
Not even a thought
Allowed to slip
Bow and arrow
Bone and marrow
The trophies we hold
Above our heads
The realm of hunting
Step from the shadows
Introduce yourself
To death
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The wand is held up
And encircled by the moon
The shadows are filling
In the silhouette
The sequence of movement
Is locked in light
The animals are conjured
The moon gains intensity
The astral animal
Are formed by connecting
The stars even though
Light years separate them
The sky is opening
Tectonic plate
Like voices erupt
Planets converse
Comets cross the sky
These things are not lies
Symbolic otherwise
Holding too much truth
From this vantage
The wand runs between them
Making the connections
The lines are traced in the air
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Put on the fur skin
Alone for days on end
The inner thoughts of animals
Passing between them
Anything is possible
Anything is possible
If no one is there
To stop it from happening
Put on the fur skin
The spirit passes in
Become something else
The doors are held open
Anything is welcome
Anything is welcome
If we welcome them
And hold the doors open
The stones came together, on their own
Doorways to a house, that isn't there
The master sleeps in his giant chair
Once a year, only then, let him in
Brand it into skin
Our tiny tributes
Scratched into stone
The moon rises again
Filling like a basin
The circle finishes itself
Placed on the shelf
Anything is possible
If the time is right
Anything is possible
On the proper night
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Do you know
How far you can go?
Have you tested
So cold / so desperate?
Numb
I no longer feel
Numb
No longer
a man
Do you know
What lies out in the snow
The faces and dreams
All forbidden things
Numb
My life in their hands
Numb
Nothing left alive
Have you asked the voices
Do you still need me alive?
Run into the ice today?
Hear what the voices say
Numb
My life in their hands
Numb
No longer a man
Do you know
Which way to go?
Everything looks the same
Every way is white as snow
Everything slows
Even the heart knows
You are lost
With everywhere to go
Imagine you are running
Across the backs of men
Frozen into the ice
They are holding you up
This is your family
The ground on which you walk
The voices cry out
Your frozen lips can't talk
Not a tear to be shed
Lives frozen to death
Awaken in the fire light
Reborn into a brand new life
Imagine you are running
Across the backs of men
Frozen into the ice
They are holding you up
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An image of the idol, torn apart
And poorly pieced back together
Lopsided eyes crossing
Between his face
Looking forever inward
Power drains from the image
As the lower forms swarm in
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How deeply part of me
Wants to leave
And get on with my life
In my life
How deeply part of me
Wants to dive
Into the source of my life
In my life
Drowning in the pool,
Without a choice
To be made without an opposite
In my life
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Standing up and Wading in
Another ritual begins
And another ends
None of us are friends
Man rises from
The water
With all his fins out
Breathe, need air
Grow teeth and hair
Nighttime rise
Starry eyes again
Open it
Let the tide in
The animals swim
Again
And again
The tide comes in
Again and again
Again and again
Sing out and along
Their amphibian songs
Even their brothers
Step on each other
Over and again
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Spoiled before
You're on the floor
Tongue taste
His bloody face
Teeth
Eradicate meat
Blasting
History
Man
Was all mouth
Couldn't help
But breath it out
Rancid air
Blood born
It makes a man
Out of you
But you're all
Animal
A crawling
Good time to boot
Sound
The bloodhound
Who can smell it
Miles out
Not looking
For anything else
Simply waiting
For hell
It finds you
No matter where you run
All around you
Waiting for you to stop
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A little of each god
In the fingers
Five different gods,
Five different shapes
Between them
A pattern of lines develop
On your palm
Warring each other
With all of them together
Within our hands
We find new ways
To do their work
Thumb god
Pointer god
Index
Pink god
Middle god
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Onto the eyes below
Cast your shadow
Into the open ears
Blowing fear
Crawl toward the edge of sleep
The stars are falling
The voices are beckoning
Stand on your feet
There is no need to be crawling
The eyes are opening
Sky voices sing
Visions overwhelming
Sky voices sing
Helped to your feet,
Sat down by the priests,
Who place the crown
Upon your head
Stand up and look around
There is no need
Get off the ground
Old suns line the sky
Burning on high
Something more
Intense than night
The stars are
Uncomfortably bright
Forming the oldest
Two dimensional language
Something truly "universal"
Spoken across galaxies
White suns line the sky
Glow by fire
Stand on your feet
There is no need to be crawling
Stand up and look around
There is no need
Get off the ground
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