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Walled off
Safe and secluded
Self-reliance
Only need yourself
Independence
No outside cause
Those of action
Love earthen barriers
They mark clear limits
So effects come quickly
Isolation is good
Can focus this way
No outside interference
Can keep order
Maintain a distance
Pull back
Momentary Communication
Pull back
Where are the others?
Alone inside these walls
This separation is draining
Dialogue is halting
Mind is cluttering up
We need a shifting permanence to cope with what is stagnant.
We need these full relations to enrich what never changes.
But I’m losing my bearings, and it’s harder and harder to find those points.
Too much pulling back, too much distance.
A short fall
Into safe, tepid water
Drive my face into the mud
Try to stay out of sight
I can feel
My bones dismantling
My flesh is tearing
Tries to incorporate the outside
Can’t sustain both impulses.
This won’t work out.
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2. |
In The Palantir
04:16
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I looked in and saw that
I was clearly absent and
Far removed.
Never present.
Accessing distant people and places
With long-reaching words and senses.
But bodies never present
Bodies never present
No difference,
No standing in relation.
Breath and flesh both virtual sensation.
Displaced, sense loss.
Always driving
Always driving through woods and fields and towns and nothing
It’s 20 minutes
It’s half an hour
An hour to 2 hours
Too many hours
No time at all
Interstate suffocating,
Flat-backed grey dominating
This is communication.
So far removed.
Some filtered sort of sensible.
Please try to keep me in mind.
Please try to keep me in body.
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3. |
I. The Outer Rim
05:17
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Fall to earth now
Firm rest on the ground
Hurts your head and your ears
Choke on the air
Buckle like knees
And look about
Contemplate
What lies beyond
Like old mapmakers
Creative cartographers
Radical dreamers
Earth-writers
Poured themselves
Over the world
Left blank spaces
Knew their limits
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4. |
II. Entering Atlantis
06:47
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Now satellites watch
They mark the drift of land
We know every inch
Of our firm earth is sliding
You wanted to find something
You wanted to stand still
But the warm brown earth is sliding with everything else.
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Red Medicine is a group from the Western Mountains of Maine. We explore sounds, groove, improvise, and think about science fiction.
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