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1. Crossing Out 

You’re so tired ’cause
you got up in the morning
and you’re not a morning person but
you understand the virtues of
not knowing what goes on
when everyone has gone to sleep.

You’re so puzzled ’cause
the cross words of the bible
seem so cross they cancel out the love;
in echoes through the empty church
they’re crossing out the names
of everyone who said they’d never change.

Clocks are precious ’cause
we often go unconscious
and we want to see the morning sky
break out from the darkness,
though I know we’ll soon be gone,
there’s part of me that thinks I’ll never die.

You can cross me out, I’m ok.


2. Timewave Zero

I heard you screaming at the edge of the sky,
screaming like a rocket at the end of time.
I saw you freaking, getting out of line,
with telepathic dreamers and their secret signs.
There’s zero left
There’s zero right
There’s zero in our bodies
but a lotta fight
There’s zero ground
There’s zero flight
There’s zero in our wallets
but a lotta fight.
The cathode, the anode, and the holy grid,
Reconnect the circuits of the things we did.
They’re moving all the money to an arcane zone,
timewave zero and a megaphone.
There’s zero left
There’s zero right
There’s zero in our bodies
but a lotta fight
There’s zero ground
There’s zero flight
There’s zero in our wallets
but a lotta fight.
Drive across the country in a suicide bus
with darkness in your heart and a light in your guts.
Gravity’s pulling you below the line
the x-ray’s deadly, but the bone is fine.
There’s zero left
There’s zero right
There’s zero in our bodies
but a lotta fight
There’s zero ground
There’s zero flight
There’s zero in our wallets
but a lotta fight.


3. Cyclone Sea 

Does invention of the soul
come from punishing the body?
Or is madness of the lonely mind
just a prison on a dead sea?
There’s no center in this cyclone sea
There’s no name for what you’re feeling
There’s no sound out on the open sound
as you drown what you’re concealing.
We speak things no one can hear
We echo in the sunlight
We did not ask to be in this world
but we want to see things put right
There’s no center in this cyclone sea
There’s no name for what you’re feeling
There’s no sound out on the open sound
as you drown what you’re concealing.


4. Figured It Out

Now, sidewalks break up in my way,
and from their windows people say:
There goes that guy who cannot stay here.
I figured it out myself,
not even time to kill.
I figured I’d out myself,
this emptiness I feel for you.
Cathedral clocks crack in the sky
breaking in pieces, breaking lives,
the second hands got in my way here.
I figured it out myself,
not even time to kill.
I figured I’d out myself,
this emptiness I feel for you.


5. Fatherlight

We are leaving our time now.
We are leaving our time now.
There are places where time moves more slowly than here.
We honor all four directions,
East, West, North, South… 
– Robert Bly

In the fatherlight
I lost my compass and I lost my sight.
At the fireside
I sat too close and then I burned my eyes
And was it temperament
that kept us from saying all the things we meant?
fatherlight
fatherlight
fatherlight
Hear the city call,
with faster highways and with alcohol.
Can we synchronize,
with time so different, generation-wise?
And was it temperament
that kept us from saying all the things we meant?
In the countryside,
(so many things now I cannot tell you)
I lost my country when I left your side.
(the broken bones of a shattered world view)
Now you think I’m gone,
(and in the ER lights I saw you)
but take my hand and let me prove you wrong….
(reaching up like you thought you might break through)
fatherlight
fatherlight

And we also honor the fifth direction
the vertical one,
which is in us
today, here.

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