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Baby Hawks
02:37
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Ice is bark of rivers; roof of waves
the blind man in his bed
Static through the winter
opening horizons now will mend his way of love
In idle calm
before the breakup season
In the midst of the moon
popping like a holy aneurism
River to the sea
moving out of Autumn's indecision; free
Softest willow blossoms
in the breakup season
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Job
03:56
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It's the job of a grader
to take the big rocks and push 'em off the edge of the road
and it's the job of a mountain
to take more big rocks and roll 'em back onto the road
You know it gets so worn in the middle: why?
It's the job of a plowman
to make his furrows from the fallow loam
They say American soils make American mud
and the rains that fall make American floods
They say it's so worn in the middle: why?
It's my job to just keep walkin'
the soles of my boots through the countryside
It's so worn in the middle: why?
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Bitternut Man
00:25
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Cry, cry for the Bitternut Man
shanty's down by the garden pole
children fly with the pheasants, wild
spin him round so he never did know
Cry, cry for the Bitternut Man
lickin' his shakes from the hickory, now
roof's repair in the evening's light
sent them off so he never did know
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Infinity of Babrioles
02:32
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Infinities of babrioles
they must grow
into the world
they must unfold
into this world
Infinities of babrioles
soon they will hold
feedback of all
eyes they will hold
feedback of all
appendages hold
feedback of all
Perpetual ontogeny
relate to ourselves
as wide as the wind
our relation so vast
and all it can bring
Is infinites of babrioles
created inside
creation can smell
when it looks around
it looks at itself
And infinities of babrioles
they must grow
into the world
they must unfold
into this world
Infinities of babrioles
soon they will hold
feedback of all
eyes will hold
feedback of all
appendages hold
feedback of all
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5. |
Big Old Sun
03:20
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Big old wheel
grind all the grain
grain all the grain 'till the work is done
The breath of life is turning you
Big old wheels
drivin' all the day
drivin' all the day 'till the work is done
The path of life we're woven through
Big old sun
shine all the days
shine all the days 'till the Earth is done
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Apocryphal Moment
03:16
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Let us consider for just a moment, if we can
a few memories - the kind you've lost,
but become acquainted with anew
These are the kinds that come to you at the oddest of moments
and your mind is amazed at the things you once knew
But amazement yields to interaction
as olden fascinations are revisited and refreshed
This reflection now in growth
a transmission, like an oath
an echo to be more and never less
An apocryphal moment
who is the author of your life at it's worst or at it's best?
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7. |
The Patches [Becky N]
02:48
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99729
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