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Mayfly Day
05:00
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let the wind blow and the sun shine
and the evening light fall
on the climbing vine
when it climbs too high
gardener cuts it down
blossoms fall and make no sound
let the fruiting bodies eat what decays
other world
not flower
not beast
let's go for a walk
take my hand
mountains of bone
sleep under cement
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a wood grows
where a sea was
where a city once drowned
who are you, dreaming under my feet?
tectonic timpani swell
in a century
in a mayfly day
headlines disintegrate
the night is cold
I see no stars
meaning is still sleeping
behind bars
for now a bird is only a bird
and the dark clouds forming
are just a summer storm
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during the day the dogs are chained
at night they race through the stars
the mountains beside the school for the blind are glowing
the motor bike you learned to ride is rusting
during the day the dogs are chained
at night they race through the stars
did you drain the sea, did you fill the sky with ashes?
nameless tongue and fathomless eye, no answer
during the day the dogs are chained
at night they race through the stars
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Baba Yaga
06:18
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what do I know about the progress of sparrows
what do I know about the plight of the dodo
what do I know about the lizard's dream, or the butterfly's lust
what do I know about stalagmites and sinkholes in the earth
what do I know about the ultimate undying love
that burns through light and time
and never says "I've had my fill now, that's enough"
go visit Baba Yaga
find the talking snake in the garden
rob the grave of a fallen idol
give birth to an ancient curse
I don't care
whatever gets you off
what do I know about the bruises on the face of the sea
what do I know about the rain of thorns, the tourniquet of bees
what do I know about the hurricane up your billowing sleeve
what do I know about baby blue eyes and fireweed
go visit Baba Yaga
find the talking snake in the garden
rob the grave of a fallen idol
give birth to an ancient curse
I don't care
whatever gets you off
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Land Animal
05:44
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rocketing through dark clouds
hardened shell, not a nerve exposed
snow whirls in a blind dance
unbodied hunger drinks from my bones
make me a home
in the mountainside
where there's no cell phone tower
where wild goats climb
I wasn't born to fly
I'm a land animal
no flicker of light
no whisper of warning
I feel nothing sacred awaken in my bones
cargo of flesh and precious metal
engine roars on in darkness
wildfires glow down below
make me a home
in the mountainside
where there's no cell phone tower
where wild goats climb
I wasn't born to fly
I'm a land animal
how long can we stay here
is there a seed that will birth a new world
why don't we ask that witch in the desert
if she still lives there, if she still lives at all
I don't know
make me a home
in the mountainside
where there's no cell phone tower
where wild goats climb
I wasn't born to fly
I'm a land animal
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Metamorphosis
06:00
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she had been dreaming of
insects and operations
lock feelers with me, my love
draw closer your exoskeleton
slow motion storm on the sun
darkens our terrarium
I dream of you crawling under a stone
burrowing deep under cover of snow
beasts at the waste witch's door
scrabbling and clawing for love
return to me in any form
we'll bask in the transient sun
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Open a Door
04:59
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open a door
there's a bowl of cherries on a table
window is open on a clear blue sky
no wind blows
open a door
there's a banquet frozen in mid-motion
revelers petrified
touched by the tendrils
of a ghost
open a door
there's an albino hare beneath a lamppost
cherry gumdrop eyes shine
in soft white snow
open a door
there's a wreck overturned along a highway
birdsong weaves a brocade
with plumes of smoke
open a door
there's a pulsing red lit cathedral
the heart is buried underground
safe from the breath of frost
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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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