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Night Palace
04:20
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2. |
Huge Fire
03:04
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3. |
Breaths
03:32
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4. |
Swallowed Alive
00:52
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5. |
My Canopy
00:58
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6. |
Broom of Wind
01:39
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Sweeping with an old broom
whose straw keeps chunking off
for me to sweep up
When my life is worn to a nub
I too will be swept up
eventually
by the same thing I once came from
I too am a chunk broken off
from the broom of wind
but for now I pass across the land
like everyone, a piece of wind,
a little confluence
only the occurrence of a person
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7. |
I Walk
05:06
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Walking away
shedding slow the generations
the towns dissolve
in my drumming footfall
but I still carry it all
the livelihoods, the expectations,
the cities of never stopping thoughts
so I just still walk
dragging through stone
piled alive with associations
since all time trailing behind me
back into the mist
I walk until it's all fallen away
Coming into a clearing
there's a pause between the breaths
I look up:
Mist kissed face
vast grass shuffling
treeless place
expanse encircling
the sky on my lips
fog pulled in slow
until I too dissipate
find me blinking at dawn
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8. |
(soft air)
01:02
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9. |
Empty Paper Towel Roll
01:29
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10. |
Wind & Fog
01:24
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11. |
Wind & Fog pt. 2
02:45
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12. |
Blurred World
01:38
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13. |
I Heard Whales (I Think)
04:17
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14. |
I Saw Another Bird
02:12
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So what? I saw another raven.
I actually see them all the time
and I hear their voices talking
about what the rest of us don't know
I'm a fool on the ground below them
on my phone beneath the sky
but I know there's no one walking, really,
through these dreams that I have
In the daylight I do all this work that needs to get done
and I leave the mind of night
I can't remember having crossed a threshold
between the dust and the alive
so when a raven starts a conversation
I just stand there and blank out
but I'm wrong!
There is another world inside this one
It shines:
these birds trying for my attention
and my wordless reply
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15. |
I Spoke With A Fish
03:12
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16. |
Myths Come True
03:33
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The place I live has a name
but there's another one, older
Emerging through the mist
I saw where I was as it was
before we called it anything
Now we live in the wreckage of a colonizing force
whose racist poison still flows
So scared of a moment of discomfort now
we turn away from the obvious:
All we have is stolen and can't be owned
This America, the old idea, I want it to die
Non-metaphorical decolonization
beneath the one sky
Let this old world shatter
and transform
Allegiance to nothing at all
but the burning present moment
I cut the cord connecting then and now
and start again
I show the kid how to give up everything
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18. |
November Rain
02:15
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19. |
Co-Owner of Trees
06:10
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20. |
Myths Come True pt. 2
01:02
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21. |
& Sun
01:55
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22. |
Writing Poems
02:25
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23. |
the Gleam pt. 3
02:24
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25. |
Demolition
12:03
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26. |
I Need New Eyes
03:52
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Mount Eerie Anacortes, Washington
on Lummi, Samish, Klallam, Tulalip and W̱SÁNEĆ land
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