-Ephemeral “let me - rephrase which is to say - sweetness of wooddust- the arch of his back in the Sweep of - his axe - can muscles (so smooth) have such a Fine -
no-no that is not- you see- what I mean - to say-
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
-Endnote Our rights - we sold to the - Lowest bidder - and to - the wealthy - we gifted - the poor man’s - Dime - oh - the foreigner - her child we sent away - Yeah it’s something to think - how simple - it was to say it could never happen to Us
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
-//real;ity:: they say (that is) - a lie Seeps where the - truth - dare not - touch (you see) our world isn’t - (mud and bone) here - but the Words - used to - conceptualize.
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
-Togetherness Run! feel the brambles - scrape your - thighs - your skin tighten - your breath - Catch - Run! you can see their - eyes - polished dimes - and their Teeth.
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
-Strike;gold There is no - honor in it - you know - slap a rifle in - his hand - and ship - him off to another man’s land - yeah - we all know the - crime we all - have seen the - score, the Baron is beating the drums and the Cardinal is perusing for the riflemen’s soul.
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
- Have you heard? She - beneath the street-light - flakes of ice - in her hair her name no more - remembered than those you pass - on I64 but she looked to me- you know and smiled - and I a street between us - and I - with no voice my lips contain - and I - couldn’t
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
-Take Aim the Heart Remember - a silencer - for the shot will - fill the room - he was a pig, yes - she the same - but you - sister dearest - still are free and I - into the hallway he - staggered and I - still hear the Roar in my ears and feel the - bruises on my thighs-
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
-IronSand No one - is born a fighter - Yeah the rifleman - was a Doctor’s son - his wife? a Hunter - you know she tied her hair up - and took the field with her grandfather’s steel and the rifleman? He’s off digging holes - ‘Cause the Cardinal ain’t reading to - his Soul
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
-Reflux There ain’t no preaching man - beneath the - waters of the old sawing-mill - breath no more the - sweet grass taste - the money - never I have need again - but - ain’t no preaching man - can - these hands - make clean
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
- Settled there was a time - of course but it slipped past - and left i here - a — sand! sand! e’er it runs - fingers never could contain - that which flutters and - aims for - more yes - there was a time - perhaps if i - less myself could have -
goodbye is
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
It’s full of horrors — this dirt — yeah, you can hear — it — just beneath the muck on — your boots — and it never stops — the mother’s wail and — brother’s tear — it still festers deep in the — earth — and those — rotten edges of our soul — you can’t be sayin’ Never Again if you look away — from the man — loading the Rifle and the man digging the — Grave
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
-Of This, Our Crime it - between those crooked branches - will your neck - reach - those fingers - can you feel them pressing - into skin the witch, the witch have we - this land defaced - ? or remain us - here in these wasting - woods oh her forgiveness - fools us to think by axe - this land be tamed for these trees know our names and she - our blood
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//