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Parallel You
03:15
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It’s murky, this energy source that has no channels of deliverance
Gray with dying light flickering
It’s pointless, to hoard so much power in veins formed to hold much less
Abcessed and threatening explosion
A glimpse of what could’ve been. A glimpse of what is thought to have been.
It’s empty, this fount of lent blood consumed by everyone
Still sticky with residue
It’s apparent, this food found in my hands that I’m giving and giving to you
The end is near by way of depletion
A glimpse of what could’ve been. A glimpse of what is thought to have been.
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Death / Oh!
07:50
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Fear of what remains if this grip slips
Dropped and on someone else’s shore
Realizations that deflection fully functions
Where is this transparency I thought existed?
Through and forgotten
Don’t we all achieve dissipation?
All we have to give
Reflection of a mask hiding this true self
How long a presentation can live?
Stifled and gasping, deteriorating
Or is this offering the root with rot and greenery and all?
→ Oh! Grinding hatred, homicidal outrage, unwavering fury. The bloodthirsty excuse of the degraded, of the dispossessed, of the betrayed. Warm blood is the only gold I would hoard. Sightless eyes are only jewels I would covet.
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Devotion
05:46
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Such devotion, defined by absolute gutting, spill onto the floor
Such devotion, defined by strict but slow eyelash removal, pluck out one by one
Such devotion, defined by a joker smile, wire through the sides of your mouth
Such devotion, defined by taking out your nails, rip off your fingernails
If you said it’s what you need, would I argue or comply? If you said it’s what you need, I’d help you see it’s not.
Such devotion, defined by raw shoulders, hammered body in the earth
Such devotion, defined by log through throat, rough and scraping
Such devotion, defined by anesthetizing tongue and throat, remove the voice box
Such devotion, defined by eyes pinned open, needles pierce skin
If I said it’s what I need, would you listen? If I said it’s what I need, you’d help me see it’s not.
If you said it’s what you need, would I listen? If I said it’s what I need, you’d help me see it’s not.
If you said (if I said) it’s what you need (it’s what I need), would we listen? If you said (if I said) it’s what you need (it’s what I need), we’d help us see it’s not.
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Ghost Dog
07:34
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Stationary beside the water she sits. Gray-green reflects her snowy face, tongue bobbing in the heat. Wary eyes that I watch, memorize, I wander, then she’s gone. Oh everything is avoidable!
What hungers you? What sustains you? How do we begin to accept both presence and absence?
In a house that welcomes other air, I stand in the hallway that suddenly intensifies with a rush of cold. Flickering lights like shadows over the sun, like electricity smothered, I feel her! More than pressure, it’s an injection soft and gently prying into skin as my nerves twinkle. Oh deflating this armor!
Do I hunger you? What all sustains you? How do we begin to accept both presence and absence?
She’s alive, growing like a fungus in the earthen ground! Dissipating in the air, intangible yet spores sticking in my hair.
What hungers you? What sustains you? Will you show us how to accept both presence and absence? What hungers you? What sustains you?
Will you show us how to accept both presence and absence?
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This is worth it. This is worth what?
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One Same
05:52
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Dots distract your vision
It’s the blood that splattered from
What happened? What happened? Is it from new life?
What happened? What happened? Is it from your mistakes?
Your hand drops, lifeless
Control becomes evasive because
What happened? What happened? Is it from new life?
What happened? What happened? Is it from your mistakes?
When torture dictates the way you stroke their face, may your hand disintegrate
When greed defines your falsely loving words, may your tongue swell and explode
I guessed you were dead, and I shouted with joy!
Then I shattered into uncountable pieces
I guessed you were dead, and I shouted with joy
But we all deserve to die, sometime.
Death is our one same.
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Whatever
04:57
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Did you ask for my blessing?
I saw you cry out, but did you ask for my blessing?
What are you made of - sand, stone, ash?
Whatever, I saw you cry out.
Whatever, I saw you cry out!
Inaudible in the fog - whatever!
Whatever. I saw you cry out.
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Silver Godling New Orleans, Louisiana
Silver Godling is the project of Emily McWilliams. All photos on this page by Teddie Taylor - teddietaylor.com - and Craig Mulcahy - craigmulcahy.net.
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