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Heads and Hands 2015 View as a Slideshow Sort by:    Title | Date   

When They Impale The Last Shadow You Burn the Vowing Hand Free
Among the Voices, Voiceless
In a Dark Time the Eye Begins to See
To Stand in the Shadow of the Stigma of the Air
A Law To Oneself
The Eternal Pupil-Enslaved Nothing
A Man Goes So Far To Find Out What He Is
A Man Alone
Your Beheaded Minstrel Turns Blue
A Fear Rolls Back into its Eyes
More than a Breath Between There and Not There
What so Hurts the Eyes, Invisible
Black Milk of Day-Break Eve, Drink it at Sundown
His Voice Left Glass Within the Wound
Her Laugh was Like a Gob of Spit
The Enormous Pupils of the Parched Fronds Injured by the Wind
First I Thought He was Smiling, in Admiration, then I realized it was Contempt
That Life Unspoken, Word Blind
Those Faded Eyes
Nothing Came Out of His Mouth
What are You Seeking My Near-Sighted Philosopher?
Grope Your Way Up
The Sadness of Energy
That Life Unspoken
The Best Lack All Conviction While the Worst are Full of Passionate Intensity 2
Sewn Under the Skin of My Hands, the Name that Hands Comforted 1
Questioned by Finger-Thoughts


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