Dreams of Pneuma
Lyrics

1.
The Day of
M
ons

It’s nice to meet you
I’ll help you make the climb
Your butterflies whisk up
A little Valentine
Under the lights
Of white and green
A little field you’ve never seen
All wet and wandering on tiptoe
Into the waiting arms of beau
Who’s sure he’ll make that awful face leave you alone
Sitting in Blue Room
No wonder at the time
No wonder at voices
That always seem to rhyme
The clock’s cheek springs
And launches them
Into the meadow where they’ve always been
Where the dandelions grow
And the People Ghosts all know
That the candlenut’s turned into crawling snow
Sitting in Blue Room
No wonder at the time
No wonder at voices
That always seem to rhyme

2.
M
agic Hands

I will try to be
Everything you’ll ever need
Elegize my dreams
Saving the worst ones for me
I’ll realize
That every time they turn away
The smile fades
That every day you persevere
Is half a year
Too late
Produce it from a pack
Of maids and maniacs
A bit before you left me
Writhing
Side by side again
Fall on your magic hands
I will rest in peace
Nuzzle the soft snowy cheek
52 small scenes
Which one do I get this week?
I’ll advertise
The sunken eyes as a mistake
The printer made
These inchoate thoughts of your face
Are driving me insane
Produce it from a stack
Of well-curated facts
A bit before you left me
Reeling
Eye to eye again
Fall on your magic hands
In a paper sleeve
Days we can never repeat
As I fall asleep
Whisper which ones I can keep
I’ll gormandize
The morsels I
Left on the quaking black terrain
Beyond the grave, where all the roads
Are constantly repaved
Oh, when will you come back
So we can reenact
The part of life that kept me
Living?
Time and time again
Fall on your magic hands
I’ll corrugate
All time and space
I’ll recognize
Those gentle eyes kissing the lathe
Of shoulder blade
They’re taking shape into the tears
That dot the madeleine

3.
Y
o
u Loom
(No Lyrics)

4.
The Bell Knolls

On hollow hilltops
In silent clouds
Flesh thumps the ceiling
Grinding the ground
I can’t bear
The dead weight
I’ll make it out to be
A product of my mind
A monster of
My own design
Figments of landscape
Swim in your eyes
Extruded sunshine
Streams in through mine
Grip the plastic tree
And shield your eyes
Flocks of birdless beaks
Are swarming the skies
I can’t bear
The dead weight
I’ll make it out to be
A product of my mind
A monster of
My own design
Green velvet scalps swell
From empty earth
Smelling of cardboard
Smelling of her
I can’t bear
The dead weight
I’ll make it out to be
A product of my mind
A monster of
My own design

5.
My Least Favorite Silhouette
(No Lyrics)

6.
Dexter / Sinister

Her voice, a siren in the night
Wakes eyes and ears from water graves
The moths and crickets, gone away
Crouch in winter caves
Where grey behemoths scrape the sky
From windy sheets on concrete plains
A treeless leaf drifts up
And slaps my windowpane
Won’t they go away
Likely not today
That face so like mine
Stares from pools of ice
My perfect twin’s reflection’s been
Disfigured by the frost
Like turtle and tortoise
Butterfly and moth
From the banks she’ll watch
Through forests of lashes
And frozen piles of ashes
And beating wings in morning rain
There’s The Submarine
Clicking underneath
Up against the sleet
Two newspaper feet

7.
In the Middle Time

Crawl on your knees
Split into three
In these nightly scenes
I cease to be
I am a body
Temporarily
We know you came
From cradle saints
We know
We saw them snip
Umbilicus
We saw
The very best a person can be
Somehow undeserving of my company
From your birth
Snow face and lashes washing away
The sands of sounds
A rosy frown
Carved inside
I can’t go backwards
I must be dreaming
Locked around instead in the barrel of my head
Crawl on your knees
Split into three
In these nightly scenes
You’ve ceased to be
You are a body
Eternally
We know he felt
The coming hell
We know
We saw your face
A yawning grave
We saw
What do you call the middle of this?
When two faces unite for a bout in the light
Is it time?
Are those your scars of months bumping blind
Or are they mine?
To see each night
When I die
I can’t go backwards
I must be dreaming
Locked around instead in the barrel of my head
I spy a cord
Burst from a sore
Between your back
And Ocean’s Door
An anchor dragging
On the ocean floor
He sung into your mouth
Do you recognize that noise?
Each night your skin’s
Colder again
Non-I asleep
Non-You next to me
Who are these three?

8.
The Owl Music Room

Tail in tail
Two balloons cross the giant way
In the aching morning rays
Though chasms yawn
And dreams swell on
The faces of today
Now I dream of beetle clicks
Where lamp-throats dim and belch out cysts
Glassy globes in candy mist
Where one drop turns the beaker black
Shut your eyes
The fur is ripping
Monkey mouths crunch on a limb
From one corner Mother just watches them
Little lost lights flail in the pit
Have you ever seen someone as calm as this?
Can you hear the hair and teeth?
STOP IT
STOP IT
STOP IT
Heart in heart
Tomb in tomb and mind in mind
Purple pennants flying high
That gorge I knew
Was heading through
The mirrors in the sky

9.
Peter

Nimbus eyes
And long lashing lights
Squinting dim
In the din
Of the dawn
Fourth of three
Who else would there be?
Mining me
From the holes
In his head
Walking his own way on blue fluted feet
Saving the seraph who’s not saving me
Head in his hands and elbows on his knees
Coils inside spring for infinity
Hero
Above you
Sky-poppies dream of you
In essence moonlight
What did you find?
Mind unhooked
He needs me to look
At the page
And the face
And the guy
Worm once grew
Inside of him too
But the past
Now in glass
Passes on
Calling for Bud on his miniature feet
He saves his words for the first half of me
Head of a snowman, a globe sunken deep
Into the powder that starts where he sleeps
Hero
Above you
Sky-poppies dream of you
Why won’t you tell me?
What did you see?
Feet wrapped in fleece
As he stomps down the staircase
Face swathed in smiles
As he wakes me today
Where are the friends
When we need them again?
Are they here?
Are they where I think they are?
And if not, I can always go home

10.
One Yard to the Next

I watch the trees sway at daybreak
Orange and grey gulp the sky
When do I
Lie alone
Resting eyes
Standing stones
Drawing a curtain of laughter
Over the rim of my eye
Yours to rent
Mine to own
In the rime
Where is home?
It’s in your hands
In your eyes
In a scene
By my side
Before the clock ticked by
Before I heard the chime
Before I was revived
Before I was alive
I saw you break at the doorstep
Where untold sun’s rays had rolled
We were we
From hello
Now, goodbye
Belle and beau
And if we don’t
Reunite
I’ll close my eyes
For a time
Before the clock ticked by
Before I heard the chime
Before I was revived
Before I was alive
Before we combined
Before I nearly died
Before I lost my mind
Before I survived

11.
Dreams of Pneuma

In time
I’m heading for the night
I’m heading for the night
In time
I found a parasite
In nooks of lattice light
I tried
But my hands kissed the glutton’s lips
Recoiling one more time
Raining skin onto a person shape
Porcelain too delicate to break
Each day the face is just a little more
Faceless than before
And now
My life is eigengrau
Your voice, the only sound
Went out
I’m the death inside a fog-filled eye
Drowning upside down
Trapped within a plastic prison-face
Just how many rebirths will it take
Before your name replaces everything
I could ever think?
Now I
Retreat into the ice
To feast on frozen nights
I tried
But my hands embraced a statue’s face
Horror recombined
In a flash the eyes gaze into me
In the dream it’s you I think I see
And then at once I’m fumbling in the deep
Jostling in my sleep

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