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The Touch Tendril
03:34
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Someday we won’t need to touch
Anything, not even the floor
Someday we won’t need to touch
Anything or anyone anymore
We’ll just float around inner spaces
Well-adapted to indefinite stasis
And if we ever need to touch
We won’t even need to wash our hands
We’ll extend a friendly tendril
Retractable touch-tentacle
Self-sanitizing, optimized
The handshake has been revised
Someday we won’t need to touch
Anything, not even the floor
Someday we won’t need to touch
Anything or anyone anymore
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2. |
NoClipping
04:00
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I'm putting my limbs in the recycling bin
My head in the lost and found
Became a torso donor so I could find a new owner
Torso transplants are the hot thing now
What does that leave me left with?
Nothing but the best bit
Intangibly floating free
No limits, no clipping
Slide through the wall
Now all walls are transparent
Float in the void
Outside the aquarium
Go on, go on,
Roll on through
Enter any window-wall you choose
No clipping
No clipping
No clipping
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3. |
Terrariums in Mind
03:22
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An underdeveloped imagination
Catalyzed by the pressure
of the bleakening worldwindow
Into riotous, resplendent growth
Is the earthfount from which sprung
The breathtaking contents
Of each overflowing terrarium
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4. |
The Eden of Garden
06:59
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Between what we have built
And what has grown in the wild
Lies the Eden of garden
Between what we have made
And what lies untouched
There’s a park and an arboretum
To see and really see the garden
To smell and really smell the garden
To know and really know the garden
To feel and really feel the garden
To be in a garden and garden
Between what we have built
And what has grown in the wild
There’s a park and an arboretum
Between what we have made
And what lies untouched
Lies the Eden of garden
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5. |
2020 Spring Mix
02:17
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What's that I smell
As I breath through my mask?
Is it those flowers?
Is it that trash?
Is what I smell
a scent betwixt?
The two entwined
2020 Spring mix
What's that I see
As I strum in the yard?
Baby lanternflies
On my guitar
Crush a nymph a minute
Each one is replaced by two
Maybe the invasion
Could have been stopped
In the 10s
The 10s are through
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