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day yawns under fat cloud
the monuments downtown historically cemented
day yawns under fat cloud
i tilt my head and change positions
as light transitions
there goes that house you used to live in
there goes that park that we would sit in
it goes it goes it goes
day yawns over flat ground
in air of picnics and loud music
day yawns over flat ground
all my friends return to their countries of origin
clouds reorient
it goes it goes it goes
i have become
a library of
my own experience
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As The Heat Rises
02:45
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people of the world flock to
see what it has made
as the heat rises
ice covered mountain gushing out its melt,
inside out and downward
as the heat rises
trees are stillness next to flowing water
in the morning she walks away from the spot to reconvene with stillness
and her own deep glowing
as the heat rises
i am a fountain of endless movement
i am a tree that won't stop swaying
my body softened by thick air sinks into earth
as the heat rises
eaten by rocks and roots and dirt i hear a whisper
that movement is everything
and in movement i'm filled with stillness
and all the people that i carry
dark silhouetted grassblade against green post sunset sky
there is a romance in total darkness
and heat descending
i am a fountain of endless movement
i am a portrait of everyone I've ever loved
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Darkened Wood
03:17
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naturally
darkened wood
and quartz wall
the green that I adore
I lay
in the canopy of
your voice
horizontal
comfort
and nonsense
in honesty and smooth beauty
i extend
like everything
naturally, naturally
i’ll bend
the way you want me
finding a place to sit
comfortably
among your branches
i’ve found a place to sit
among
naturally, naturally
i extend
like everything
naturally
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Horizontal Comfort
01:51
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Beside Dark Prong
05:08
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beside dark prong your anatomy protrudes out soft fabric
among hominy and woodland thrush croons
asking if i like chicago or the warmth of the winter
i
sat in the thick of the shade
reshaping that piece i had been sculpting
do you see
the natural beauty?
motionless in the garden and the grass keeps on growing
do you see
the beauty?
air spills over into next season
figs ripen, we dress in a new fashion
i
sat at the edge of the lake
trying to find my reflection
decorated by the shape of time passing
and you
among blackness and thin august edges
choosing when to face the right direction or speak in tone familiar
i see the beauty
staring at you and your form keeps on shifting
do you see the beauty
everything continues changing
bug swarms under streetlight
in the thick of the night
or on morning's blue my biological friend and life surrounding
i
lay in my slightly aged container
and comfort i've created
decorated by the shape of time passing
i am decorated by the shape of time passing
i am decorated by the shape of time passing
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My Revolving Door
03:22
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my revolving door
passed through by myself and many others
my revolving door
engulfed in their formatted singing
and dead human voices still singing in original format
wooden room hot with heat
mouths repeat the things that they’ve heard
loud amplifier
amplifying feedback
loud amplifier
amplifying something
my revolving door
passed through by you
in 21st century heat and sun pounding
in some warm European afternoon outing
the renaissance is aimless conversation
you sit and I’m asking polite questions
as the fruit dries out in daylight
and by walks the translucent European
baby screams on blue plastic swing
loud amplifier
amplifying feedback
loud amplifier
amplifying something
my revolving door
equidistance to myself and many others
the wooden room’s hot with heat
mouths repeat the things that they’ve heard
my revolving door
passed through by my self and many others
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Self Portrait in White
03:38
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self portrait in white
the night comes so quickly
the disinterested light
dull and muted
self portrait in white
melted fluid runs down
the street that we live on
your voice is sugar and two eyes that lead somewhere
pulsating colored universal
i’m out of sight
field soaked in white
the edge of true warmth
the mouth of a clearing
i am obscured
there is no me
the space between everything’s all that i see
overlook in all white
the morning’s birthed from night
the golden blinding emergence
glowing morning glory
glowing morning
day curls into itself
self portrait in white
bundled in draped clothing
forming shape and
composition
i am translucent
there is no me
the space between everything’s all that i see
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Evaporated River Beds
04:03
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evaporated river beds
and hot stones of hot climates
with my hands in my pockets
the sun beats down on us
or at night air full
us surrounded by the massive winds rumble
above the black of trees reflections
dirt coated on our skin
you
a conscious cellular sack painting a young woman
while out loud i mention something of feeling separate
ambivalence is part of the human condition
you are a home for me to rest in
you are a home for me to rest in
orange buzzing streetlight framing dark flat expanse
surfaces true desire of comfort and holding
and the origin of its being
let's find a place to sit and feel at home for a minute or two
as bells play from the sky in a breeze that relieves
and you stick your head through the hole of the chestnut tree
your body, your container is the home that you rest in
as directions shift east
in illuminated absence of something
a physical manifestation of old songs feelings
of warmth of fire on raw surface
and fertile ground to stand in
home as a physical location
its form forever knowingly inherently changing
my desire of distance constantly oscillating
that desire is the home that i rest in
my desire is the home that i rest in
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desire for lush dark shadow strange
stagnant pool of air
trusting air
crusted layer
near deep saline common liquid
and off lightbulb
shadow of weathered panels and public daylight
you
green eyed lie
blue prevailing in rubber wheeled static
stinging sand gushes
i hide my pupil behind tinted plastic
your black eye lash made of earth
pupil circled in yellow
when you returned
bearing light and poetry
we found ways to relate
in motion and shape
with your head of the pedals of the pump organ
yellow circled your pupil
in sounds of nonsense mouth noises outside
languages comprehensible
we exchange in languages incomprehensible
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11. |
Machine Simple
01:51
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You Are Inside
05:29
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one early morning when this life is over
i will remember
the fresh green of may
and life blooming
to a cappella voices accent beauty
i’ll await the day
machine simple
i’ll await the day
machine simple
i was born with my eyes open
in an instrument with the same name
that sits on your front steps
you are inside
running the sink to wash things down
your textured 29 year old hands
adjacent post bloomed stems
celebrating full rotations
full rotations
awaiting the day
machine simple
awaiting the day
machine simple
hold the book containing drawings
symbolizing beings alive
your face composed translating internal
symbolizing
you are inside
running the sink to wash things down
chlorinated water falling
your textured 29 year old hands
adjacent post bloomed stems
celebrating full rotations
full rotations
awaiting the day
machine simple
awaiting the day
machine simple
one early morning when this life is over
i will remember
the fresh green of may
and the moment
how it comes and disappears into its self
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Sham Asheville, North Carolina
songs of Shane Justice McCord expanded in collaboration with Mikey Powers, other friends & magnetic tape
shanejmccord@gmail.com
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