1. |
Even Your Face
00:55
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even your face
after sometime you will see
that nothing is your own
the name soiled by too many voices
no longer something you can handle
with the certainty of ownership
the hours were always divided for you
by things outside your volition
parents. the solar system.
your choices were always made for you
now you are made to choose
carefully
and certainly
the lady or the tiger
you have no third choice
even your face is stained by time
by the atmosphere, by climate
weathered by smoke and oxygen
captured by gravity
dragged down until it finally peels
or is burned away
and then you are left with the same face
as anyone
who
has died
?
you will no longer know
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2. |
August Resolve
00:40
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August Resolve
I will not let August destroy me
You can keep the reins
You can hold the aces
You can bury the hatchet with your black beast
I will not feast on these sorrows
I will not let August drag me down
You have a basement filled with tendrils
From which you suspend your captives
They twitch like antennae before a storm
I must inform you I will not be hoist among them
I will not let August wear me down
I will outpace the calendar
Page by page I will outface the season
You can pass the baton to September
I will remember, but I will not regress
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3. |
I Learn More About Decay
00:33
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I learn more about decay
Than I ever wanted to
The day old body: stiff but still pulpy inside
Week old: starting to fall apart, gums blackened
Fresh: still warm and pliant, you feel you could almost breathe
Life back into it
A year later: elegant forms
A disquieting shade of dirty yellow
And a lean, acute skull gaze
Death lives in us all the time,
Drawing up its plans
And eventually executing them
Even after we are gone
Even after you are gone
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4. |
About The Human Head
01:14
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I am not certain
About the human head
It seems expressive enough
It seems to contain
Some sort of sentience,
At least some kind of nerve-fired
Responsiveness
But I am not altogether certain
About the human head
Dennett says it is not
Conscious
That nothing is conscious
There is only process
And no coherent self
I am not certain
About Dennett
And I am not at all certain
About the human head
Detached from the neck
I fear it will rot
All too soon
Rust this pike
And stink up this public square
But it is intended as a warning
And the dissenters must be shown
I am still very uncertain
About the human head
Its hatred for its fellows
Its impenetrability
To reason
I think about the Guillotine
I think about how you must lose
Your head
To be free
I think about all that the head
Is
Thinkpiece
Faceplace
Talkzone
Sensedome
Eatmouth
Kisslips
And I am still not certain
About the human head
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