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(Noel’s grandmother speaks.)
«Māte, mīļa māte
Ne tā (mana) mūža māte
Zemīt’ (mana) mūža māte
Glaba manu augumiņu.»
Light like honey pouring
through the leaves and
branches,
those sunlit and endless
holy expanses.
In a sunny clearing
with flowers blooming
the sap is rising,
the way is open.
The way is open.
The way is open.
The way is open.
Now you cross the mountain
to find the hill of white sand
and the way is open–
The way is open.
and the way is open.
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After Image
06:06
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I am ungrounded,
unknown opal smoke.
Across 22,000
square miles that are not home.
It’s in the afterimage
of I want to forget.
Your streets are empty,
overcast, still dimming.
Each aspect falls gently:
a sigh let out when weary.
It’s in the afterimage
of I want to forget.
It’s in the afterthought
of I’m not ready yet.
The light that I put out
It’s in the afterimage
is stronger in us now.
of I want to forget.
The light that I put out
It’s in the aftersound
is stronger in us now.
of I’m not ready yet.
(Ash meets earth: a gestalt of self.)
The light that I put out
It’s in the afterimage
is stronger in us now.
of I want to forget.
The light that I put out
It’s in the aftersound
is stronger in us now.
of I’m not ready yet.
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3. |
In Eternal Woods Pt. 4
03:23
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Ash Souvenir
07:39
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I have been cold since I left the Northwest.
There is a sign by the freeway that says:
“Jesus cares about you.”
I grew up in Puyallup near the River,
there is a mountain on days that are clear.
I care about you.
Ash souvenir from Mount St. Helens,
in my dreams you’re alive, yelling:
“There is nothing to lose.”
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
In my dreams you’re alive, yelling:
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
I care about you.
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
In my dreams you’re alive, yelling:
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing to lose.
I care about you.
There is nothing to lose.
There is nothing–
THERE IS
NOTHING
TO LOSE.
THERE IS
NOTHING
TO LOSE.
THERE IS
NOTHING
TO LOSE.
THERE IS
NOTHING
TO LOSE.
THERE IS
NOTHING
TO LOSE.
THERE IS
NOTHING
TO LOSE.
THERE IS
NOTHING
TO LOSE.
THERE IS
NOTHING
TO LOSE.
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«Māte, mīļa māte
Ne tā (mana) mūža māte
Zemīt’ (mana) mūža māte
Glaba manu augumiņu.»
Light like honey pouring
through the leaves and
branches,
those sunlit and endless
holy expanses.
In a sunny clearing
with flowers blooming
the sap is rising,
the way is open.
The way is open.
The way is open.
The way is open.
Now you cross the mountain
to find the hill of white sand
and the way is open–
The way is open.
and the way is open.
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