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There aren't any borders that can ever divide the humanity that lives inside us all

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and each evening like clockwork we'd wear one thousand crystallized sun sets strung together from weathered time

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before slipping into a fountain of dreams sometimes it seemed like the trees traded places like a chess game at night one move at a time before daylight and when i awoke the mountain was gone

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as a timeless tide and luminous glow bathed our body in the ebb and flow neither saints nor sinners but just absolute beginners and the older we got the more we saw the lines that connect us all

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i had a foster brother whom i shared a room in both second & third grade he’d make small drawings of angels and tape them to the wall by his bed each night he’d kiss these drawings so i asked what are you doing and he said i’m kissing my angels goodnight

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The Sound of Memory There’s a quaint little boulevard in the back of my mind infused with air from another time and like a rare perfume i'm instantly transported to a place that doesn’t exist anymore and in less than an hour i become a flower disappearing into the landscape

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i could feel you tracing my time worn veins searching like sonar for lost fragments as the rhythm of your breath blew life into these time worn veins and i still remember the purity of your laughter and how it made me smile

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tune-yards.bandcamp.com/album/better...

beaconsound.bandcamp.com/album/p-iv-k...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tkyu...

There aren't any borders that can ever divide the humanity that lives inside us all

and each evening like clockwork we'd wear one thousand crystallized sun sets strung together from weathered time

www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXc0...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUn_...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=23ac...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=MhS-...

stroomtv.bandcamp.com/album/sent-f...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sx1j...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5hB...

before slipping into a fountain of dreams sometimes it seemed like the trees traded places like a chess game at night one move at a time before daylight and when i awoke the mountain was gone

as a timeless tide and luminous glow bathed our body in the ebb and flow neither saints nor sinners but just absolute beginners and the older we got the more we saw the lines that connect us all

i had a foster brother whom i shared a room in both second & third grade he’d make small drawings of angels and tape them to the wall by his bed each night he’d kiss these drawings so i asked what are you doing and he said i’m kissing my angels goodnight

The Sound of Memory There’s a quaint little boulevard in the back of my mind infused with air from another time and like a rare perfume i'm instantly transported to a place that doesn’t exist anymore and in less than an hour i become a flower disappearing into the landscape

i could feel you tracing my time worn veins searching like sonar for lost fragments as the rhythm of your breath blew life into these time worn veins and i still remember the purity of your laughter and how it made me smile

And it's in this black night to blue thick swirled primordial stew that i still dream of the green leaves anew

Where the birds and the wind and the dust land

What Kind of Times Are These, by Adrienne Rich

Jenny Holzer