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Devil’s Calculator
04:08
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Slide the bead along the wire
Partitions shift with every addled mind
From left toward the right
Keeping score of existential crises
Too many egos are surviving
What's keeping them from dying?
When I try to create
An equation scares me straight
Fear enters my soul
The calculator takes control
Approximating what is real
Analyze
Predict
I'm trying to feel
Is the truth even consequential?
Solving a proof so transcendental
When I try to create
An equation scares me straight
Fear enters my soul
The calculator takes control
Restless in this vessel
A part of me is verily drunk on introspection
Counting fingers and toes
The rest of me is more intrigued by a higher math
A faith that there is more to know
Cracking at formulas born out of an incomplete worldview
Change that is great is often slow,
further belated by our failure to see through systems we’ve misconstrued
The panic is multiplying
Am I mad or does the math not add up?
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2. |
Göbekli Tepe
06:02
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A head that is weighed down by the albatross
is forced to face a forgotten ground
that it’s roamed across for all these years
Tracking tread and traces
Between rocks and hard places
Through labyrinths and mazes
Puts one through the paces
Tripped by something ancient
Covered up for generations
Queue the excavation
A tall task to be undertaken
Oh what restraint
to abstain from spoils of discovery
A childish game
to rush for the alien so readily
So charge in head long
Start the dredge
until you unearth the other end
Then go beyond
Slow descent
until you're falling up again
Mining every mile for all there is
Brush away collecting dust
Polish off corroding rust
A breakthrough growing nearer
But first to face the mirror
Oh what restraint
to abstain from spoils of discovery
A childish game
to rush for the alien so readily
So charge in head long
How many empires foresaw their own fall?
Am I dancing past the drapes of my own curtain call?
How did my “fancy” footwork get me this far?
And for how long will it last?
Trekking down this path
Leave the rest to chance
Never know who you’ll meet
Or what reunions come to be
Implicating others in a selfish sort of journey
But swearing the same oath
Pass on the wealth of what you know
To quench this drinker's thirst
Will the mentor fill the well?
Or the pupil fall in head first?
Oh what restraint
to abstain from spoils of discovery
A childish game
to rush for the alien so readily
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3. |
Elysian Fields
04:06
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Heroes and pantomimes
The latter’s worth a dozen for a single dime
See, I might make it there on my own
But it's not the same going on this way
I turn back and catch a glimpse below
where the impressions of your footsteps end
There’s a breeze that blows from east to west
And every gust is a familiar ruffle of my hair
I savor every breath within my chest
Watching every sun that sets at dusk fall just beyond Elysian fields
Heroes and pantomimes
The latter’s worth a dozen for a single dime
I had a dream in a hue of gold
of a well kept lawn with a garden pond
In that vacant lot near my childhood home
At the furthest end was your silhouette
There’s a breeze that blows from east to west
And every gust is a familiar ruffle of my hair
I savor every breath within my chest
Watching every sun that sets at dusk fall just beyond Elysian fields
Where the bustle of the city is distant
When the clouds have temporarily lifted
The foliage begins to glow
and the negative space in it’s shadow makes a face
It casts a wink
here on the brink of twilight
An Autumn season is coming on
and then I'll see you somewhere else
Heroes and pantomimes
The latter’s worth a dozen for a single dime
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4. |
The Trials
05:32
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What's the harm with stepping into shifting shadows?
Where some belong but you need a key
Force the hand of another side
Unconscious but not asleep
Are you deserving
of the change?
of a bend to reality?
Are you deserving
of the ground that you willed beneath your feet?
You cast
You wish
You pray
that I will take on the energy
of the archetype that is in your dream
but it won't come for free
Are you deserving
of the change?
of a better reality?
Are you deserving
of the ground that you willed beneath your feet?
How do mortals reconcile
chasing altered states and getting tangled in the turnstile?
Hard left on a winding rite of passage
And/Now here you are
Sometimes
one small step is all it takes
to blaze a trail
from here to hell
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