1. |
World of Light
25:53
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Silence, long held
in shuttered cities
Landscape pocked with bodies
Stale breath hovers
Piled high under common eye
the naked dead flow
A stream uninterrupted
in light of day
Rats stir, quiver
under sun’s unbidden pallor
Oh, muted hearts
through clasped hands glimmer
Shine!
Shine!
Steps falter
in halls long emptied
Dull gaze glistens
through shadowed cracks
Mask broken
Blood, across all shores
twined
By the fall
all are joined
Through red cloud’s haze
finger’s reach is met
All are joined
All are joined
Sight regained
In rooms now illumed
by fire’s shine
Swaying mass
by hymns restored
Up the luminous steps
Arisen from the ash they ascend
Up! Up!
Ascend!
By shards of sun scattered
Through dome hung with leaves
are anointed bowed heads
In this world of light
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2. |
Yellow Dawn
12:49
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Eyes open
to yellow dawn
Words uncoil
Strength summoned
to utter reclamation
Land, sea, air and sky
all splendors of heaven
and earth
Keeper’s tongue refutes
A churning unheard refrain
Up from the bed
awash in blood
Up stairs of stone
into light of day
Wailing from below
pealing out
Dissolves in warmth
of dust and sun
Arms reach
Hands grasp
Lungs fill
Open eyes
Awake! Rejoice!
Body reclaimed
Spirit carried
by starlit waves
In heaven’s hands
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3. |
New Rites
12:51
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Grey plains crossed
Dry and cracked
Neck craned
Leading to springs
infinite
Seen from chasms
shade
Lead press of
the keeper’s weight
Breath drawn short
lungs briar pricked
Over ground
steps weave and recede
Under boughs
of the pine
Our hearts undone
New rites
from ancient blades
To dispel
the curdled blood
Laid across the place
by waters ringed
Under boughs
of the pine
Our hearts conjoined
No sorrow
Only strength
Through space
In tumult
mind carried
Thought obscured
Inlets to flowering expanse
Colors shift
into forms unknown
Perfumed confusion
stuttered sound
Heaving fields
Honeyed sores
From flesh and fallow limbs
Petals open
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4. |
The Stone's Turn
24:35
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From father’s palm
crude stone is flung
Its rippling arc
a violent quake
in the air
Oh, how it flies
Vengeful
and without mercy
Mercy!
Mercy!
- - - -
Upon the pages turn
Falling flecks, blood succession
from the stone’s turn
Through the years
it tears
The stone turns
Through two hearts, a spear
Wet flesh
together pressed
Of angry sun’s surging pulse
is shared
For Phaeton
Apollo burns
Through two hearts, a spear
The worm’s howl
echoes through the years
Gorged upon
our spirits
By swallowed tears
the stone now dissolved
Now hands may rest
on gentle skin
Held
Weakness
splayed open
Caressing offal tender
Licked by golden flame
We are remade
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SUMAC
SUMAC is the powerhouse trio of Aaron Turner (Neurosis, Old Man Gloom, ISIS), Nick Yacyshyn (Erosion,Baptists), and Brian Cook (Russian Circles, Botch). SUMAC invests in the recursive exercises of chaos and control, and the results are a testament to the tour-honed collective intuition and technical skills of these veteran players. ... more
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