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Arrows shrapnel in my heart
… arrows shrapnel in my heart…
Aching breaking taking me back
To the Start
... to the Start ...
Arrows shrapnel in my heart
Enter the Spiral
The Void Alive
t h e V O I D A L I V E
Weaving … its secrets
Whispering old wounds
Lulled in old wombs
Echoes behind the Walls
Beneath the Floorboards
Beyond the Membrane
To take me back
Echoes beyond the Walls
Beneath the floorboards
Beyond the Membrane.
Taking me back…
To the Start
T o t h e S t a r t
Beyond the Fall…
With eyes rolled Under
To break asunder
To row between
Echoing on… Beyond the Fall
Between the lines
Betwixt two Sides
I serve Two Masters
Watch me g r o w
The rolling Thunder in me
In me…
Spriralling on
the looping thread
The Points in Line
To form the Story of our Kind
The Name
The Name is a Calling
Not of your choosing and not of mine
The Name… the Voice is Calling
Into the Falling
None of my Own
All of my Own
I can’t believe the Starlit Blunders
A life of Wonders in Me… in me
The Eye in the Sky
Its not Mine
To know where I came
Remember the Source…
Flute solo
Yet something… something something….
Something about Tomorrow is Mine
And I need to remember
I need to remember !
Beyond the Gender
And each falling verse
Your Mothers lullabies a curse
Your fathers prayers the dreams of your ancestors
,
,
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Come Back
Back from the brink
The Future succinct
Start it all over
And I heard you sing
I heard you sing
In the back of my Eye
In the back of my Mind
You learned to hide
To blind your mind
Remember remember…. And Come back
Back from the Brink the future succinct
Start it all Over…
Tracing your shape
At bends the space
Between the timelines
Between the lifelines
Our Souls Tracks
They weave and part
Around in S p i r a l s …
To know what it is to Remember
To know what it is to Find the Buried Treasure
The Blind leads the blind
Yet somehow [we’re] arriving
In the Centre of this S p i r a l
The Heart of the V O I D
To Eat the Horizon
To Marry the Soil
To bring us Under
Soaring High
To bring us Under
And soaring High
To weave the Vortex
Of Ocean-tide
Weaving the Vortex
Where Oceans hide
To Flow with the River-Veins
Spiral the Weather Vanes
Crackle the fire’s Sparks
Smearing the ashes
to the spiralling Stars
With the pathways of potential futures crossing
It the back of my eye
In the back of my Mind
To lose and find
Remember again
And start it all over
. . . start it all over
You’ll Never Know…
... y o u ’ l l N e v e r K n o w
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