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Weary Memory - Iron and Wine

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The Mormon Overdrive

Placed in L5 spinning in axis The black metal engine waits for its master The Laban fires her jets and moves into position bringing the overdrive into the hold The symbols on the case are hard to read so I load a translation firmware burned in the silicon implants from powdered stone that were once my eyes on Mormon overdrive to the stars I am what I once was and lo my soul has grown to a lordly compass within the souls of the ten million tiny robots that make me who I am I can no longer drink wine the gray suffused into my veins I can no longer smoke because I no longer breathe I eat once a week or whenever I need to add new parts do androids dream of electric sheep? I wait in reefersleep and take care of those within asleep frozen waiting like comets on an arc of new life like the waking limb pins and needles pins and needles and stars and songs nice to know you Goodbye

Bettie Page - A Dream

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Boston

Boston is a beautiful place where everyone can run their own race Where people can simply be and people can be free It's been too long since the last tea party Tyranny takes a new name and a new face Tyranny of the Mind Tyranny of the Flesh Schedule in ink upon skin A Post Humanist World Set aside grace Set aside love like a Seminary long having changed its name and forgotten Boston A fair city May it help me to remember your face And to those who travel that way may God keep safe It's ok. You don't have to believe, here in the ancient of days

Echoes/ Pink Floyd - 2001

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Teresa One

Here are my thoughts that are your thoughts that have been our thoughts since before time began and after it will end First, dead air rings through the sky because all of that time was not when we were alive the realm of soft illusion that we never lived and all the world unborn And this brings us to music you play during sex but it's all just music on hold maybe like life a bit you and me breeders And so we weave our way into enfoldment of space and time that keeps a pocket of miracle left from all the disease and our soft eyes and fading senses return us to the place we came Plant me in the ground next to a redwood or an oak but never a pine Let my body feed the world as I have fed from it and never be its mistress but its lover and friend the ocean closes in And the Gryphon rises with terrible Will carrying valentine to twenty nines that every four years adds one more day of life To you.

Violin Music On Hold

On hold music whispers Friendly conversation fills the hallway and the phone cradle set against my ear feels calm I take a drink of water and break an aspirin with my thumb The irregular half popped into my mouth and chased with cool water as violins play music to my ear What is it about classical music that makes it timeless? Music soothes the savage beast and gives us a taste of the beyond While someone on the end of the line with whom I am talking runs diagnostics and sets everything right The violins in symphony carrying me forward in time second by second minute by minute In some ways warm In some ways cold Younger than my teeth Older than my tongue