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Storyboard
02:16
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I keep talking but nobody hears me
Fragments of broken sentences
Like some kind of broken record
Like some kind of cartoon storyboard
Mistranslated religious scripture
Graffiti from a pompeii tavern
Profanity on the wall of a men’s room
A college student’s manifesto
Words on a page
Thoughts won't engage
Chalk breaks like waves on a rock
Squealing against a blackboard
Lines of an empty mind
Coloring a blurry thoughtscape
Pen to the page in a cheap ass notebook
Running up and down the spiral binding
Doodles and scribbles in the margin
Next great american story book
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Shangri La
02:18
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Cascading catatonically to a place that I once knew
There’s no amount of patience to win this day
Lined up like planes in the sky above the lake,
I let the lights on the road count the time
Set a course for Shangri-La
With with my sextant on the lucky star
Set a course for the yellow wood
Let’s take the empty road
Returning quite quixotically to a home I never knew
No ancient virtue will carry this day
Lined up like encyclopedia books on a shelf
Years count the hours
Set a course for Shangri-La
With with my sextant on the lucky star
Set a course for the yellow wood
Let’s take the empty road
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Another turn of the page
The corners are dog eared, the colors start to fade
Another bend in the road
The clouds are gray but no wind blows
Now I’m trapped inside my youth
With no escape from late stage youth
The years get shorter but the days get longer
They said “this will change if you just try harder”
Another day in the golden age of loneliness
Another page, another cloud
Another road, a broken vow
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Exile
02:17
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Far beyond this land of cornfields and concrete.
A rhythm, a pulse. The clacking of a train car,
pines swaying in the breeze.
The beat of a song muffled in the snow.
Far from the hills and valleys.
No holy grails. No happy endings.
Thinking I can escape with one blow
of a terrible, swift sword.
I enter my next year of exile.
Upon waves in time
Yearning, reaching, all in vain
Home I’ll never reach
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Boar Vessel Chicago, Illinois
Specializing in lofi indie solutions since 2022
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