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moss icon - as afterwards the words still ring ('91 version) lyrics

the fear is growing there in the candlehouse
like a spreading serpent, tentacled and silent
we hear the speak of the angel as she settles on down to hallowed earth, saying
“begin those labors of contentment and ease.”
as she walks forward, slowly
or is it the wind?
chiming through the mobile composed of drifted wood?
or is it the wind?
chiming through the mobile composed of drifted wood?
you ask a question

collecting sh-lls along the pebbled beach
cannot have paved the way for this afternoon’s fright
oh no

although our eyes find acute solitude while affixed on the oyster sh-ll
the vision all around
and enveloping the sh-ll is indeed a chaotic slaughter of color and black definition
there is an explosion, a crashing rain and a collapse of earth
burning white as sun bleached sand on the eyes of the metallic incense
the snow is beginning to fall

many particled and infinite
the snow is meeting the hardended clay and sand
many particled and infinite
the snow is meeting the hardended clay and sand
in many instants of transformational kissing
the snow meets the creek
in many instants of transformational kissing
the snow meets the creek
there is a man trudging his shattered way
along the far side of that creek
moving closer, we see that the man has been beaten and bloodied
although it is well into the early hours of darkness
we see that the man is a black man
an african who has been enslaved
an african who has been enslaved and broken from his mother’s side
a human being dragging frozen iron chains and ankle braces
through the near freezing water of the creek
earlier he had made the decision that frozen feet are better than feet ripped worn
ripped and shredded worn by the mouths of crazed bloodhounds
so now he trudges

a curse can be heard coming from the man’s palsied lips
candlehouse
like a spreading serpent, tentacled and silent
we hear the speak of the angel as she settles on down to hallowed earth, saying
“begin those labors of contentment and ease.”
as she walks forward slowly
or is it the wind?
or is it just the wind chiming through the mobile?
a curse can be heard coming from the man’s palsied lips
the snow will soon be collecting on the ground
and when that happens, the hunters won’t even need the aid of the tracking dogs anymore
but they’ll keep them
you can hear them say
“ain’t nothing like a n-gga before the dog”
d-mn the snow

inspired and driven by his hallowed sister moon
breaking this container as the dogs break the container coccoon
i am alive
after its recession there is a deepness to the tide
after a life of spirit’s tangibility has died
as after the lungs
as after the cold
as after the cold when they poison their heads deep
life the spring
as afterwards the words still ring
as afterwards the words still ring

i am alive

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