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i. no shade for the rational let's jump a different ship this time bail for ourselves and the salt that cakes our ankles such sugarless knobs unturning & rusted with decisions nobody bares but on the sinner's hour a carnival of restraint no one but the participants appreciate.

ii. prolly was always so restless but diffused through habits airs tongues in places that keep flesh at bay til moist & shivering the men away; is to say i lust for the caress of a showerhead, its insistence and kneading the day from my pores there's a sheen on my cheeks no scraping remedies it smears windows with indolence a legacy deserving neither name nor place.

iii. song after song rings a well we have drawn with a huddle of hands every morning, they crease as our brows roust a torrent of oils that quell the murmur of oceans we sift from our ears with the grit of noontide and sweat and starvation

iv. i wanna catch a rhythm that i haven't caught before the diction really doesn't matter fewer stresses tone that falls and if i ramble with celerity it just might help the cause although i don't know where i'm going should i press or should i pause ya see the novelty it grows on me like lichen on the graves of unnamed comedies that gummed the throats of jesters on their way to empty pockets lockets stuffed with straw romances scrawled on stable walls the follies of hope dream and love plastered to the floor

v. better chance of combusting than askin the lips of this one: but keep sowin you be growin yer own soon enough all hazel & hemlock a gap where canines ought holler a bower of brick and cellophane to lay hours like uncle whose games splay out on the map of your ribs a pinprick for every blush we shoveled under the cypress come summer knees their caps a fidelity we etched with tender knives gentle as uncle's cyan goodbye

vi. i drink eddies for charity train cyclones with ants aflame taught an earthquake to knead andreas spine tamed a blizzard for my mane, there's an elephant in each of my footfalls they cascade when i make good time the wasps in my knees beat a cutting breeze for these condor shoulders of mine,

vii.

tell me meander i on
pray tell me meander i on
why you wend me so far from
the radiance of heaven
oh winding meander i on

says i sippin on shadows so long
been sippin them shadows so long
i can't never stand in
the radiance of heaven
been sippin them shadows too long

well i only feel right doin wrong
i only feel right doin wrong
'n there ain't no abidin
the radiance of heaven
if the only thing right feel so wrong

now i lost to the solace of dawn
yes i lost to the solace of dawn
lord what's the point when
the radiance of heaven
forgotten the solace of dawn