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with passing time;

why pay a mind

To pulse and fill and thud

Slip the notes inside my skull

Wish I could turn the music up

That’s been stuck within my head

Something bout the “dead

Leaves and the dirty ground”

It’s keeping me from my bed

Shoulda cleaned out the wax from my ears

Cause the words are so muddled and unclear

Pulsing the truth that’s screaming out

That I’m straddling onto fear

Fresh air between us — the wind carries your words in, even when you leave.

Space to breathe — no confinement, no questions, just the knowing: you will return, or perhaps not.

No walls, only horizons — I watch you fade, grow small, and hold nothing.

You leave and return — your steps on the stairs, familiar, each time anew.

I stay here — at the open window, with the feeling of wind, with the waiting, which is no burden, only expanse.

written with Miran & Emil Lichtrand

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In her ebbs and flows

Her melodies 

Her verses

Her chorus runs through my veins

And fills my heart until it stops

A siren song that calls me to her waters

Let me drown here

Fill my lungs with her symphony until it can bare no more

I want to choke on her soul

Make it leak from my eyes

Let the tears come in floods and tsunamis

You looked to the stars, And asked them to fight for you. I remember, I carried your banner In the bitter wind.

You looked to the stars, And asked them for happiness. So I fought for your joy: I burnt brightly in the dark for you.

You looked to the stars, And asked them what love is. And the stars were silent, for they had never known love.

But you looked to the stars, You looked to the stars, waiting for answers they could not give.

And I'll never understand. Because I was right there all along: and if you had just asked, I would have shown you