1. |
Inn of the Dawn Horse
03:38
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at the inn my heart
is a hyena, poised
to feed or suckle young
my hair is long, black
and braided with
silver daggers
madly trailing
in the copper
autumn wind
I have a feeling
for a mirror
that surely must be made
to mark the endless
stream of phantoms
marching through my memory
oxalis leaves
make purple wreathes
around my skull
as my taps clack
on the octagonal
ochre tile
ringing telepathic
to my mind
outside the lunar screams
of morse, the cylindrical,
burgeoning, ever-rebirth
of the radiant dawn horse
my hollow hand looms
conducting visions
unmade, absolute
and I'm at the root now
and I'm at the root somehow
with all your visions echoing
inside my little wooden room
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2. |
Moonless (Unmoored)
03:22
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your eye flashes
so beautifully
shy
what is it that you're
hiding
in what hold
do you keep your
secret glow
and where wages
your hidden war?
and what door
can you open
onto timeless shore?
an ocean breathes in a midnight
moonles and unmoored
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3. |
Song for the Garden
03:37
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mineral wake, ochre seed
white stalk like bone
from underneath
soft lines, speech of my palm
holding essences for soil
I'm happy to give them all
I watch the poppies bloom
weeping evening blue
mineral bright water
effortless dew
I sleep with you
I sleep with you
at the root
at effortless dawn,
moonset
in the purple light
of timelessness
I hide within
a net of bells: struck
the earth is rich
black enough
a cold and eager wind
alights upon the skin
with a waking gust
my stone pillow
turns to dust
I sleep with you
I sleep with you
at the root
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yea, I practice dying
in the spare room
yea, I practice dying
in the spare room
I sigh and haunt the floor
knowing well, the grain
of dark wood
yea, I practice dying
in the spare room
yea, I practice dying
in the spare room
as light sneaks itself
between the curtain
and my gloom
how does it flutter?
what is its secret mood?
yea, I practice dying
and it's so hard to
give it up, and yet
the body traces
its innumerable
pounds for soil
yea, I practice dying
in the spare room
yea, I practice dying
in the spare room
seeds of floating silk shine
(seeds of floating)
seeds of...
seeds of floating silk shine
and are pocketed for the tomb
yea, I practice dying
in the spare room
yea, I practice dying
in the spare room
yea, I practice dying
a figment, a flicker
of the truth
my flesh soon unraveling
my body in the weighted womb
yea, I practice dying
and its so hard to give it up
and yet my body traces
my body, my body traces my...
my body
my body traces my body
beyond the body, my body traces
my body beyond the body
everything I ever...was not
my body everything I ever, ever, ever was not
my body everything I ever, ever, ever was not
my body's thinking
oh, and I practice dying
in the spare room
yea, I practice dying
in the spare room
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the ringing in my ears
sunlit denim, simple devotion
an orange before me
a full day spent, between the worlds
rainy day in paradise
pure spring water
stop for tea, to the body crowned,
earthly crowned, to the body
speak without using your mouth
to the mysterious further
higher peak
myrtle, my body
in the home-house-hold
holding my body
in the shining valley
of leftover silverness
ten day forecast
simple devotion
an orange before me
a full day spent, between the worlds
the ringing in my ears
how does one find
themselves in the house
when on every door
comes a ceaseless knocking
that refuses to stop?
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6. |
The Very Eye of Night
02:28
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the candles on the nightstand
throw vivid thoughts
upon the wall
as the evening
unfurls itself
in its wide, dark
undertow
the curtains they
still freely dance
in the wind's
warm arms
how solemn your body
laying next to mine
your hands and brow
rich with the constellated
lines of life
but hiding out
the fragrant air
calls on my heart
nude, radiant out
into the night
to swim in the lithe
blue-violet wind's arms
halo of my candles
burning alight
to grasp the grain
that rules the heavy air
to swim to the source...
the very eye of night
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come meet me
in the place where I am hidden
harbouring the famous mountain
there is no path, and there is no mission
only brief premonitory visions
that come and go
like cottonwood flown
on soft wind
'cause i'm not waiting...
I'm not waiting on the world
I'm not waiting
I'm not waiting on the world
in a moment a moon
covered up my mind
a planet eclipsing my sight
gentlest catacylsm
I said "did you feel that?"
and you said "it's mine forever, all the time."
I said, "do you feel that?"
and you said "like a quiver."
I said, "do you feel that?"
and you said "like a quiver."
What we receive,
what's coming hither
What we receive,
what's coming hither....
in my room
in my room
a creature
a hidden creature
approaches
approaches
approaches
come meet me
in the place where I am hidden
come meet me
in the place where I am hidden
'cause i'm not waiting...
i'm not waiting on the world
i'm not waiting
i'm not waiting on the world
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9. |
Abracadabra Snares #1
03:16
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10. |
#8
05:08
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Half Shadow Portland, Oregon
“Half Shadow, the ever-evolving songwriting extension of Jesse Carsten, is built of a series of weighted dream-
songs...filled with detours to unexpected lands where the line between open and unhinged is thin. Carsten's performances are invariably powerful, full of wonder, and unlike anything else."
Portland Mercury
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