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It was hard to prune the tree.

The sprawling branches had grown familiar

Even as they rotted.

The thought of loss, of the forfeit

Of their shade, became a stilling hand.

Yet I missed the sun.

My longing for better things

A knife; I cut the rotting

Piece by piece.

Standing in a graveyard,

Afraid of want, of lack, dreams

Fell like leaves around me.

Yesterday I saw the sun. Saw

Colour bloom around me.

Life had returned to the garden,

And the tree had sprouted budding leaves.

Light enough for all; the promise

Of shade - all aspects in harmony.

Some days I miss the cool,

The sprawl, chorus of her leaves.

I commit the sound to memory,

I commit my memory to the divine

As dreams hum like bees around me.

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None binary left beef

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Wedding portrait (?) featuring a bunch of creepy eyes and Daryl Homer’s rockin’ bod.

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At night, I cling to my mother

As children do; whinge and whine

Because she is leaving me alone.

Her friends are all downstairs,

And my father, and she is sick of

Taking care. She points into the night,

Syrupy-sweet, frangipani-thick,

And the shapeless dark beyond,

Says a bracing monster waits

If I do not close my eyes. She says

The thing will eat me, sinew and bone;

That she can see its red eyes gleaming,

Waiting for a chance to strike.

She tells me this, grins as she goes,

Leaving me alone.

I close my eyes to save my life.

Under the covers, under my eyelids,

Witches laugh, demons lie in wait.

I am maybe three or four - I cannot tell

Where the more pressing danger lies-

In dreams or in the waking world.

Decades later, I fear the dark

And cling to light just like a child.

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I left a light on so you could find me.

It gets dark later these days, I know,

Still I think it could help, if

You’re running late or moving slow.

Already I’ve attracted moths

And a menagerie of bugs that sing.

I give them sugar water and a

Place to rest their wings.

I left a light on for you, just in case,

In this house you laid foundations for.

Been renovating thirty years

Still the bones are just as you recall.

Sometimes friends will gather here

to share a meal of things we’ve grown.

I left a light on just in case

I’m busy when you show.

Been planting flowers in the garden,

The sorts that you can eat.

It looks a little overgrown,

Though very lush and sweet.

Clover underfoot,

I can’t help but dance for fun.

I left a light on just in case

I’m dancing when you come.

At night, all tucked myself in bed, I stay up late.

I oiled the hinges on the gate

So I might not hear you there.

I left a light on just in case you catch me unawares.

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Volume's low bc this was originally recorded late at night, turn it up and use headphones. I like it a lot!

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The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

It’s possible that The universe smells Like meat because We’re all cooking in entropy.

If you squint A Galaxy looks enough Like a fried egg.

You got in the bath And didn’t even notice What was happening Until there was someone Cutting vegetables above you And then it was suddenly Raining onions

And they had Your mother’s hands And your grandma’s recipe And your father’s eye for business And your face when you Looked down into the water.

We’ve been left Unsupervised for millennia, And you know what they say About too many cooks -

Basically, we’re a liability. Better to start from scratch.

I imagine this is why A lot of prayers go Unanswered.

If Earth is balmy and Hell is a furnace, Then Heaven must be Freezing.

Science told us ages ago that We’re really in it now; and Well, fuck. I’m all out of ideas. How about you?

It’s too bland for a proverbial Last Supper and I was Hoping for something More poignant, y’know?

As far as legacies go This feels pretty anticlimactic.

Oh well. Ladle some of the Primordial soup Over your shoulders And settle back While they turn up The heat.

There’s no use in Stressing the Inevitable.

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This is a slightly updated version of the song; albeit a worse recording. I finally managed to figure out the bridge a little! I recommend headphones as the volume is quite soft.

Lyrics under the cut.