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Palm Lines
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Walking through cold, tall grass. You held out your hand like a teacup turned skyward. Palm lines mirrored the rise and fall of the land. We imagined ourselves tiny in your hand. Climbing the terrain of your soft skin; meanwhile, carried forward safely within. One foot in front of the other, my darling. Lift up your face so the sun can shine on it. Frailty is a friend who makes you sleep ’til the morning. The mountain is high but it’s floating on the ocean. Weariness hitchhiker was our guest all year. Let me look into your palm again! If I lose my sight will the shadow draw me in? One foot in front of the other, my darling. Lift up your face so the sun can shine on it. Frailty is a friend who makes you sleep until the morning. The valley is dry but a steady rain is coming.
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Adonai
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I see man put an end to starlight, moving mountains. Underneath the earth: fire and blackness. Even dust turns to gold. Adonai. Man puts his hand to the flinty rock, dams the stream. His eye sees every precious thing. Adonai. Oh, my eye caught a flicker in the eaves, wind singing to me with the feathers and the leaves, moss on the bones of an oak tree, fiber wove through all that be, O Adonai. O holy grove of the rhododendron, looking like a child for a secret emblem, wild enough to keep us guessing. Our brother William slipped through the nightshade, marveler once and always. I know you saw his face.
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In Flight
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Sing me a lullaby. I’m so far from home that I feel I could cry, sing me a lullaby. I’m looking down the well. Hearing my name in a dark refrain, I’m looking down the well. I guess it’s time for trains. All lonesome singers start sounding the same, I guess it’s time for trains. Saw a flock of birds in flight, making patterns, catching sunlight. They seemed to read each other’s minds, I want to move that way with you. Sometimes a walk is all you need. When the world is ugly and your mind turns black, a walk might be all you need. Be my friend today. Don’t have much to say but I’ll try to be myself, just be my friend today. Saw a field of wheat that swayed, rolling like an ocean wave, sprays of gold instead of gray. I want to move that way with you. Love is patient and kind. Hallelujah for a friend to remind me that love is patient and kind.
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Compass
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I need a compass now. How tiring, all this binding and tearing. Oh sweet, a truth to crush a lie. First day of spring, warm washcloth on the brow. My heart wanders from door to door. I need a word from your mouth. Oh sweet, a truth to crush a lie. Clear autumn blue revives the sunburned eyes.
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Family Tree
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How am I to act? How am I to think? Suddenly you are, from a thrash of heat. Little recklessness, little consequence, little waking breath stirring in my chest. Oh what am I to you? You do not belong to me. My heart wrung out, I still feel you swinging from my family tree. Should I stick around to watch you from the window? You are safe and warm. I’ll only confuse you. Hold tight to what I thought I knew about decision. My womb is sheltering a swelling soured emotion. Hold tight to what I think I know about redemption. Lord, kill this phantom, swinging, gaping hole sensation. I am still a child, raging in my bed. Can you hold us both?
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Vedauwoo
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Vedauwoo, five weeks too full to see you. Canyons by the million, mountains blue, five weeks too full to know you. Don’t you know I love you? It’s further down, born before the ashes blocked the sun. Vedauwoo, mind weak, words too soft to reach you.
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Folded Flowers
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Hive, picture the inside of a beehive. Eu de amber light. Perfection in a clock design. Whatever helps you sleep at night, you’re a bee in the hive. Let me just see your calm face. Remember that it is not a race. We’re just folded flowers. Invent an unknown animal and observe him playing on the front lawn: velvet nose to the ground, ears at attention. Go to your friends and say, “What do you see in me? Am I an animal?” Let me just see your calm face. Remember that it is not a race. We’re just folded flowers. Sometimes in my dreams people don’t have faces. Features are blurred, I can’t make out the shapes. It doesn’t bother me much. It’s just like my waking life: people all around me, eclipsed by my me-sight.
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Thin Places
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Turn screws and wooden legs. A million times a second, glitter on the bay, like oil. Cattails nod like monks. Humble tonsures blur. Periphery diamonds kiss mercury. Andrew Wyeth, you always move my wife. The right number of birds, proportion of barn to sky. Every afternoon holds rubies, under rocks. In hidden caves, under rocks. Whales too, shiver and roll under a thin layer. So many thin places.
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I walked one Saturday looking for an opening. I walked one Saturday hoping to find someone to change my mind; prove I’m one of a kind. But all I saw was a black seagull. Why am I pure in my own mind: a strong column of white light? I know I’ve been lonely and restless as the rest. Still, I am feral, dressing my best. All I heard was a laughing bird. Jesus Christ, he loves us very much. Love me.
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Winter Grass
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I’m not fresh. You could lay me flat like winter grass, trampled underfoot in the field out back. Crisp, hard air, catching in your throat and stinging your ears. Way up high, glittering speck of a bird in flight. All becomes a husk: coarse fiber pulled and tucked. Warms the burrowed nest. A rabbit folds herself for rest. We await the crocus and the smell of thawing soil; the secret stir of roots stretching slowly under cool, dark cover. “One cannot not become simple and true in one day.” Gold in every season.
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Yesterday Is Forever
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O mama, O darling, O slinger, O starling, O apple, O dawning, O simple, O stormy. O downy, O thorny. Yesterday is forever taking you back to an easier time. Silence every night. No need to squint to see the starlight. That’s just dew on the leaves; it gets born every morning. Born new every morning. O summer, O bigtop, O stammer, O shortstop, O failure, O hiccup, O seashore, O Stonecrop. O cherry, O flint rock.
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Lowland Hum Charlottesville, Virginia
For over twelve years Lowland Hum has been a landing strip for your lesser-loved emotions. You can go listen to all of that
if you like; eight albums, several EPs, et cetera.
They aren't slowing down. Except metaphysically.
Lauren and Daniel Goans are into DIY. They make their own music and art.
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