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Postman
03:20
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Postman in the grey and blue
Can I sleep among the bags while you drive?
I'll take the wheel after a time
Got a jaw full of foolish words
How many miles
Will we get there by the morning?
Stop just short of the ocean
I'll find my way to town
And I'd spend my last dollar on a walking cane
Shining silver handle, initials engraved
And a hard wandering stick leading down to the earth
But is it worth wearing my soles to the dirt?
There are a few things I found
Do you mind if I piece them together?
I've got all the fixings for a letter
But none of the letters for lines
Some of these people back here
They've got minds worth thieving
Some are hoping and reeling
Others are sky high
I'm just hoping to string them in line
One by one make the words into mine
I think it's there, just not crystalized
Like you'd see the stars, if not for the sun in your eyes
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Fable
02:55
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Make for me a roadmap
Show the way you came
What did you wear your teeth on?
How did you get your name?
Every friend has a fable
Standing at its side
An ever-mythic twin
With us to live and to die
Silvery when you're quiet
Mirror on your skin like a veil
Yet I see you traveling
Pulsing, skinny trails
Every friend has their antlers
Branching temples to the moon
Bones worn on the outside
Naked and true
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Fingerprints
02:02
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I want to see the fingerprints
Of my friends and enemies
Wash them into solid black
And carry them with me
Fly on the dusty earth
Water when it rains
Ask me any question
I threw away my shame
The ends are all glazed over
It's just one single strand
Wrap me in your lifeline
Pull tighter if you can
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Hunter's Moon
02:50
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All the cloud receptors
Bellies satisfied
Open and collide
Rivers out of rain
And I don't expect communion
Or a gaze to be returned
With eyes that flutter quickly
Memory can't get burned
Where the trees shoot up like daggers
Where there are no trees at all
Where stars are lost in sprawl
Or freckled everywhere
They hypnotize slowly
Soaking up the doubt
Let it trickle out
Upward to the sky
We greet each other tongue tied
Not cheapened by our words
Your eyes they cut me open
And fill my veins with earth
Topography defined
On the glowing hunter's moon
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Beast
02:52
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Every beast I chased led me down a path
Lined with waste from a quiet past
And all the faces there though they are few
Have born new lines, they are older too
And every word I wrote stumbled down
To the paper thin and barely bound
Road I lit to see the eyes
Of my long lost friends, the ones I recognize
And where are they? Spread far around
Not like my dreams, so closely bound
Yet here we are in the mountain's eye
Just a couple of kids holding tight
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Vertebrae
03:45
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Did you watch my vertebrae
Slendering out
Or did you watch your own?
Stretching skin over the bone
I've grown
Learning to be proud
Slip under the tongue
A watchmaking kit
Nothing you can do with it
I tried to birth a new time
Forged from a younger spine of mine
One less unsatisfied
You know the game
Filled with a childish pride
Knowing the world from all sides
Handsome and earnest and wise
You know the game
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Walking The Line
03:54
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When I woke from the picture it was nearly real
And I remembered each movement from the spinning reel
And how just like a wheel, it didn't consider the way I did feel
But it was not everlasting
Brush the fog from my eyes to reveal something clean
Looking through an open window to the nearly unseen
But how the lightness of the morning turns to the eve
And stars go funneling from you
And I listen to you whisper when you come down
Closing slowly, decrescendo, till not a sound
Why does it trick me every time?
You keep me walking the line
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Lighting
03:58
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If my hammer's back at home
And I've run out of twine
Twist the branches into corners
Lay the planks out for my spine
Whittled down the day
To a narrow straight line
Pulling at splinters
One by one
The amber of the twilight
Is only in the sky
We sleep unwhiskeyed
And plain
Where dreams are all mundane
No symbols to unfurl
I won't wake up with a name
Just a lighting of the world
Alabaster moon
A sliver in the air
Sinks below a sturdy line
Till barely there
Where dreams are unretained
No there's nothing to recall
I won't wake up with a name
Or nothing else at all
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Sam Moss Staunton, Virginia
"Marvelous, resonating, magnetic stillness." - Boston Globe
I also carve spoons
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