1. |
you are holy,
03:10
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you draw the stigmata onto my hand
and tell me you see me the way that i am
i'll take the cup that you have in your hand
this water, your blood, until i understand
all of these shadows are new in the light
that you've brought with your fingers, your hands, and your eyes
my flesh, it is lace, i am curtains at night
this glass, it is stained, it is thin, it is right
i collect arrows inside of my chest
i will not fall lightly, i'll die for my sins
before you leave will you tend to these ribs?
if you pull out these arrows, leave holes for the wind
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2. |
ardor
03:07
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i was baptized in water by my father and my mother
i do not remember but i know my head went under
i can taste the salt, feel it drying on my eyes
doused in holy water, hands reaching for the light
but i'm drawn to fire, continuous and holy
you are fire and you have taught me
through heat and through light
i exist beyond my body
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3. |
ashes
02:48
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i know that wood cannot burn very long
without tinder and flint to bring flames to the log
i used to think i was grounded and strong
and my body would burn
and then i would be done
but i know i am made of wax
my body will burn till im dead
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4. |
salt
04:43
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in the morning, i am born, into water and salt
and by the evening, i am dust
i always return to where i've come from
i hold many hands, i'm grasping them hard
i am a product of trauma
i feel the water, the salt on my jaw
i'm going under, my hands loosen up
if i come back no one will recognize me
dead things keep floating
isn't that what baptism is for?
my body in water, till i am reborn
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5. |
i am firm.
05:59
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i held a candle in my palm
transfixed by the flame and surrounded by moths
and their wings caught fire
and the air lit up
and they fell to my feet
when their wings were gone
i saw their bodies become the wick
and i felt my body burning just like it
and i saw your body struggling
but i was warmer than i'd ever been
then the wax dripped down
onto my hands, leaving callouses
so i put out the flame
with my own spit
it is dark again, i hear crickets
it was holy when it was
you were fire, light shed on
in the water, i see moths
they're still floating, i thank god
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6. |
the fire that i died in
03:13
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wood and water
my father and my mother
breathing is getting harder
im floating, you're getting farther
i left when you were hurting
you couldn't talk and they were yelling
i still smell smoke when i am breathing
all i have now is ash, so i let it fill me
is that my house burning?
is this rebirth, or am i dying?
i can taste salt, my mother is crying
the fire is warm, the water is scalding
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7. |
the water i was born in
05:42
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i have lived
i have lived by this ocean since i was born
and id give all i have
back to the brackish water
i have swam
i have swam against this current naked and cold
and id drown in this mouth
just to swim for a moment longer
i just need a moment longer
i grew up where the river and the ocean like to argue
they'll sweep you up and next thing you know you're dying too
i've watched you drown in too many arms you thought wanted to hold you
i need to leave before i am surrounded too
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