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the cherry trees have all been cut down
and the moon lies in a bucket
stars sleep on the ground
shadowless, our forms confound
green horse grazes on black flowers
gazing softly into space
yesterday we lived forever
the grasses grew into the clouds
night market full of lonesome ghouls
shades dressed up in borrowed light
looking for a little joy tonight
or a hole in space and time
green horse grazes on black flowers
gazing softly into space
yesterday we lived forever
the grasses grew into the clouds
little sparrow, when you sleep
do you dream of stealing bread?
or are you lost inside a storm,
eyes painted gold, sky blood red?
green horse grazes on black flowers
gazing softly into space
yesterday we lived forever
the grasses grew into the clouds
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In a Bed of Snow
06:56
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silver web aches where the sky wept
emerald blades burst from the black earth
tessellation of pain
tattoo of a pulse
my opening mouth
spews gold toads and radiant grains
they turn to ash in your withering gaze
pit of burning rot and roses
ladders made of snakes
we're sowing seeds in a bed of snow
and I don't know what to say
the light changes again
faraway fields forever burning
I ate the root
I woke up underground
purple sun phoenix rest
in your great stone nest
words don't sear or soar now
with a cold and flightless sorrow
my cup runs wild
pit of burning rot and roses
ladders made of snakes
we're sowing seeds in a bed of snow
and I don't know what to say
the light changes again
silver web aches where the sky wept
emerald blades burst from the black earth
tessellation of pain
tattoo of a pulse
my opening mouth
spews gold toads and radiant grains
they turn to ash in your withering gaze
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Pomegranate Seeds
06:27
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at dawn no one arrives
somewhere a bird goes blind
somewhere a gavel sprouts wings and feathers
at dawn no one arrives
the roads that feed the dream
were never roads at all
but roots and rivers and veins
in a valley full of pomegranate trees
a thousand suns pulse and bleed
light eats through time
eats through me
I'd like to lose my way forever
go plant pomegranate seeds
wreck of a heart and mind
gears rust in the gloaming
immolate your disguise
let your shattered light shine
cold, moonless night
wants nothing from your life
your body a mote against the open sky
sweet slow fire
eat the blight
in a valley full of pomegranate trees
a thousand suns pulse and bleed
light eats through time
eats through me
I'd like to lose my way forever
go plant pomegranate seeds
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Flame Tree Sings
06:28
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flame tree sings between us
thunder and the rain
melt into mist and silence
my voice an offering
stay with me for a while
a light shines underground
ring around the dancing tendrils
til we all fall down
flame tree sings between us
thunder and the rain
melt into mist and silence
my voice an offering
stay with me for a while
and when I breathe out
into swamps and deserts
bombed out ribcages
softly bleed away the edges
flame tree sings between us
thunder and the rain
melt into mist and silence
my voice an offering
stay with me for a while
a light shines underground
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Heart of Rags
07:27
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winter is past
rains over and gone
songbirds still singing
in a fallen world
flowers dilate
new bodies form
songbirds still singing
in the scrapyard
sun burns a hole
unearthly eye
songbirds still singing
in scaffolds of fire
delivered at last
scarecrow sighs
take me in your arms
sparks could still rise
heart of rags
doused in kerosene
burning clean
burning clean
the chapel is cold
shadows dancing close
masquerade ball
sweat and starlight and strobe
bells lacerate
the desolate dawn
songbirds still singing
can we ever go home
winter is past
rains over and gone
songbirds still singing
in a fallen world
heart of rags
doused in kerosene
burning clean
burning clean
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Silver Scythe
05:48
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sun goes down on devils and swamp things
heiresses and petulant kings
salamanders and wolves
bats and mourning doves
daisies, daffodils, baby's breath, and foxglove
merciful moonrise
silver scythe
cleave my voice
from my blood
sun goes down on grifters and night messengers
ghost town mansions, nuclear poisoned earth
sun goes down on the lovelorn and the besieged
stillborn beasts, storms of swarming bees
merciful moonrise
silver scythe
cleave my voice
from my blood
sun goes down on street preachers and talk show hosts
termites and butterflies, ferris wheels covered in snow
glass blowers, fire breathers, elegant thieves
shimmering lakes and blight-stricken trees
merciful moonrise
silver scythe
cleave my voice
from my blood
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Avi C. Engel Toronto, Ontario
they/them
I'm not writing the same song over and over so much as writing one long
continuous song that will end when I die.
receive all new music in digital form: www.patreon.com/aviengel
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