SKIST: songs from ELLIPSIS
	dig (haruna ito) layer after layer still who spends breath to wonder where to how long deep below layer after layer now how long we are finally found our teeth and ringed fingers dusty eyes bewilder can we go now can we go there our nails are shiny now from this digging in the sand sifted leaf by leaf
	ovum sway (bennett/ito) fossil of sundown illuminant stone the foundling moon in ovum sway kindle and infiltrate remembering turn inside only touching the furthest reaches now turn inside feel the light through an eye unopened drifting under gleaning memory from a swollen moon night unearthing seeds of relics raised wake the belly of the void
	inkling (haruna ito) maybe an inkling shimmers is what this is all about one warm hour darting into vision with big eyes beckon here here is a puddle the shiny mud a sliver of one warm hour stained green under the leaf pass the place without stopping but maybe snare a fleck of dust here and inkling there darting through the intellect trapped.
	return (haruna ito) this way carry on this way just like last time, this way cartwheels bear them bear the burden of home just like last time one by one just like last time like a million other desires perfect science, this way mythical now cartwheels carry other desires shoot them, one by one perfect science
	proof (haruna ito) they come and leave loudly loud as a stroll in a hostile place emptied and blinking, beshredded the evening forgets itself as fibers and other proof settle then dry as a telephone bell in an empty house skin flakes and falls leave blinking shreds of the evening on the table on the floor
	slow wave sleep (bennett/ito) peering in microscoping, cold deduction sidelong wind blows the moon all round the sky silent eye steady angle, ready question tongues untie scream across the forehead of the storm lightyears folding willful measures swing the lens in peculiar angles to cripple questions, rattle slumber meet the gaze of a silent sky slow wave reasoning shifts and pulls at the crosshairs unravelling one eyed symmetry captive to this angle enclosing light folds in on itself slow wave sleep one eye open one eye closed
	trace me (haruna ito) sooth say we waxing the candle toothless and dripping make way, trace me homily come wax the candle dry flaming and falling through the floor lifted grin upon grin from its waxen face and found sooth say we and dripping a trail we listened
	prediction (samm bennett) you'll fall out of line you'll walk into a room full of children you'll realize they can't see you you'll watch them one by one jump out the window you'll see a woman trembling her voice will hang like icicles around her in language too famiiliar she'll move toward and from you at the same time you'll meet an old man dying by gesture he will urge you to keep silent a drop of rain will sting you the wound it leaves will swallow up your memory
	the last place (haruna ito) the roof is the last place of rest and safekeeping raise the ladder on the gusts, the sheen of insect wings carry and light precariously on the edge of your teeth you were ready but you fell down let those colors collect and fall behind you you climb the ladder again the roof is the last place
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