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New song I did: ONE SIXTEENTH OF A SECOND

Lyrics:

Strange symptoms fall into the frail blue

We're not supposed to laugh

But I'm not just born, I'm bathed in it

The one thing that we're supposed to fear

It's not gentle anymore

It takes everything

There are aliens hiding in the mountains

With their intentions leading them astray

I peel my skin off waiting for elation

Blood precipitation

#new music #song #lyrics #perception #mina ret #the ink pneumites #indie #dspv #fraction #aliens

masks

i could have been someone else

if only I'd seen the gate

they told me that this planet was a loss

that one day it would suffocate

now, i could have missed the point

i could have drowned back there

but something spun me back into view

something out of place

mind terrified on the rocks

as if someone's there with me

here i stand with nothing at all

yet witness to everything

and i know that you see the road in view

and i notice so damn much

but time is overwhelming

and this thought pattern

just can't keep just can't keep just can't keep up

i could have been someone else

i could have drowned back there

this thought is bound to fall on me

crush me in my sleep

so I'm not having it

won't let my mind control me

#poetry #lyrics #poem #mina ret #nest magic #identity

poles for telephones

they built a sink

with a one-way mirror so they could watch me wash my hands

collecting data so that they could understand

as if they could understand

walked through the woods

and to my surprise they'd filled in all the holes

the trees there seemed estranged and overwritten

their trunks carved into poles for telephones

How I see it

I don't have a choice

From the requiem of storm and sacrificial blood

I must remove my voice

put down your phone

you might look into your life and be amazed

by the wrinkles time has cut into your face

by the potency of physical illusion

through your delusions

I love you anyways

#lyrics #mina ret #flesh #poem #poetry #industrial revolution

she didn't say a thing

A moth tried to get caught by

Tobacco-dusted hands

I look at what was mine

And it was never really mine

I know all surfaces

In time gather their rust

The moth knew what was up

She didn’t say a thing

Her lingering remained

Though her substance disappeared

Look out at what was yours

And it was never really yours

You’re only cradled in its arms

And it’s held you

By the same throat that swallows you

I too will be consumed

And with nothing to hide now

I’ll just stick to the truth

That if

That if it stops my heart to do so I live my life to love you

Lift me from my incense, smoke,

And intricate designs

But like all things in time

They were never really mine

#lyrics #poem #poetry #mina ret #glaciers #impermanence #fleeting #upper layers

early, dew collecting

With every flexure of the sphere You define what’s here The every turn of the stream And its passenger leaves

Seems we’re drawn to this Not from outside but from within Early, dew collecting

Seems strange to me That there’s no believer anymore But it’s early, dew’s collecting

Alight to me Awake to me Downstairs maybe By the door

What’s weird is we’re drawn to this This thing that can’t exist But it’s early We’re pretending

And honestly, what’s the difference? I spit it out in fits of language Tell me that it’s all the same Tell me honestly that every word’s the same And that we’re all the same

Thought can wait Let my body meditate I’m not outside now but I should be

What’s weird is we’ve seen it Not with our eyes but with our skin Early, dew collecting

#lyrics #poetry #poem #mina ret #glaciers

we are a work in progress.

sometimes you can watch the dance of the ferns, if you are willing to see.

it may shatter your perspective, if you're lucky.

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Don't look through the iris, there's nothing worth seeing

Just don't forget its glow, cause I'm really in here

Isn't it amazing that all we are is dissolving?

Look into my eyes, see past the clouds

Beyond the dust, where we can touch

Isn't it amazing that all we are is evolving?

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Towards Nest Magic

I'm an ego living in a place some call "Vancouver Island", in a time called, by those same folk, "2013". Those labels seem hollow to me; incapable of grasping at the reality, but they'll do as identifiers. To more than me, I live in a place called "here" and in a time called "now", and any more specificity would be uninformed embellishment. I was born with the name Brian, and you can call me that if you'd like. Any word will do, I don't mind. I've taken a particular fancy to the designator minaret, specifically split in two as mina and ret. Perhaps this aesthetic choice indicates something about me, according to your own schema.

I'm interested by most things. What I'm not interested by, I've not encountered. If I have a philosophy, it is a curious, unnameable amalgamation. The spectrum of possibility and its myriad eccentricities is my god, and life is the thing I strive to live. The way things go, this introduction will probably be the last thing you read on this page, if you read it at all. You've reached one extreme of its temporal breadth. Visit again to approach the other. Positive vibes, reader, and much love.