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Grayscale

from Visitations by Ambien

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lyrics

We move in shadow; we writhe in sunlight.
In the cave of our mind we live at the mercy
of thought and seizure—what do I think,
and why do I think it? What do I take,
and why do I take it? Easy enough
to walk down the street with an air
of optimism, but the street itself,
the operating table by which
the city removes limbs and lives,
flosses its teeth after a full meal.
You cannot speak in any language.
Rapt with your surroundings,
you admire the way the greenness
of the evening sky glows. Place me
upon the altar. I am a saint. Take me
and burn me. Wilting flowers,
grayscale sunsets.

Color found and bound to the eye.
Try to peel it off—inside the pupil is all
the oil of the land; extract it, yank it like
a string, fibers from the cosmos unwound
like a mind lost in itself. And the black thread
becomes a knot, with you at the center.
The central image of now. And inside 
today I am suffering. Have you buried 
your child yet? The child is waiting, 
there, free from soil, and you still 
stand here looking up at black 
rain clouds, begging them to sing. 
Hold the wilting flowers in your hands,
watch the grayscale sunset split the storm,
and feel an endless kind of numbness tingle
up your spine. You raised me, did you not?
And yet I lie here, quite easily enough.

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from Visitations, released August 24, 2021

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