Floating

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Thank you to the talented, imaginative LM for the musical inspiration, words of enchantment and connection.

Come Closer

O Soul of My Soul (A Mourning Hymn)

Ohhh... I lay on the moor...
Oooooh, so cold... so cold,
Yet still I breathe...
Hmmmm... I breathe and grieve...
Though thou art gone, I live.

Oooo... the wind, it moans thy name—
Ohhh, the heather weeps the same.
Thy grave is near,
Thy voice I hear...
Hmmmm... in every gust of flame.

I weep by thy stone—
Oooooo, I weep alone.
Ohhh, love of mine,
Thy touch was warm...
Now only frost is thine.

Ohhhhhh... soul from my soul,
Ooooohhh, come back, come whole.
Thy shadow clings—
It walks with me,
Across the hills, endlessly.

Hmmm... I sing, I sigh, I plead,
Oooo... rise, though Death may lead.
Break from the clay,
Ohhh, break the sleep—
For love is strong, and love runs deep.

Ohhhh, soul of my soul,
Come home, come home...
Hmmmm... I am thine—still thine,
Though stars have dimmed
And God keeps time.

Ooooohhh...

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(A Mourning Hymn)

THE END OF CHASE

When I Move On

La Malade - Jef Bourgeau

It's On Me

MK 37

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.

They crawl from lips where poison sleeps—

Ohhhhh,
She smiles, 
and promises she keeps.

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,


But hear them snap—
those little bones—

Each lie she speaks becomes a groan.
Ohhhhhh,
Hmmmmmmm,


The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

The flies,
 are crushed in rotting teeth,
A grinding truth,

 that crawls beneath.
Ohhhhhh,

Her eyes are glass,
 her hands are still,
Yet in her mouth,
 a glutton’s thrill—

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.

She feasts on grief,
 on sins half-spoke,

While in her throat the dead things choke.
Ohhhhhh,

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.


She eats the flies—
she eats regret.
Hmmmmmm,

And with each bite,
 she can’t forget.
So let her talk,
 and let them die—

The truth decays. The flies still lie.

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
Ohhhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
Ohhhhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth.

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She,  eats the flies

Golden Flower

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When I Move On

Dom Dover

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