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Our sentences lost all their sense somehow
in the lateness of the hour.
So we finished our conversation;
the scanlines from the window hit your face.
So we wait for some
tornado touch-down,
some spirit stirring sadness in its wake
to come glorify
our sleepy bodies -
now warm and safe, now shivering awake.
The bats hovered and clicked above us
on the porch, watching distant lights.
The air all thick with ions and vapor,
brief sputtering images passing over my eyes
on their way to some other world.
So we wait for some
tornado touch-down,
some spirit stirring sadness in its wake
to come glorify
our sleepy bodies -
now warm and safe, now shivering awake.
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[Instrumental]
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Derelicts
03:42
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That quiet rustling
is the death-throes of this pretty evening.
And in the electric air darkening
everything we could say would seem stupid.
We drove down to the shoreline
to watch ancient meteors incandesce up in the atmosphere
and to see something of ourselves
in their loveliness, not long for this world.
Impelled by things we don't understand,
we are twin derelicts drifting into contact.
And tonight I've no ambition
but to spend myself in the warmth of your atmosphere.
We drift together back to the car,
drift through avenues aglow and deserted,
drift to your door, where we drift apart,
me with the heat of your kiss on my face, softly fading.
And as I drift off alone,
Aphex Twin tears a ragged hole to the center of the universe.
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Harrison Lemke Austin, Texas
tape-hiss symphonies to God
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