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o'er the stern and we saw
None of the waves that once there churned
The sky upturned
Like a heat where there's nothing to burn
No shore, no sea, no stars

to see me
Upturned, down the length
Miles away
Miles away, miles away, miles away
Second, third, and fourth
All wrong, these thoughts
All wrong
When you

The thaw ensues. I'll wash myself anew
And you return ruddy-faced and true
Wide eyes upturned, yawning flues and bursting dams

What's new? Who's

of an open field 
And into a thicket of open arms and upturned spoons 
Like a tight forest is dark before dusk 
Like a meal in a covered plate
I wait 
For

Upturned eyes, shimmering lights
On the treetops flickering lights

Bodies moving by itself to the bear
Looking at the starry sky
Feeling so lost

the friendship upturned
And have some lessons to learn
So I have my concerns
All that said
We’re pulling into 42nd street
Gotta get out
You wanna get nostalgic

I love someone with flaws
Someone I've never seen at all

Can I tell you 'bout her
Olive eyes
Her upturned nose
When she cries she knows
That it's not

squint your eyes?
You nod your head
But nothing ever seems to happen

Upturned hanging in the age of the cross
But that's the way we want it
Praying

came down
And crowned your upturned head

Face upturned
And stay
Just to feel the way that browning sun could burn
I took it and I loved it
Deep into my skin
Deep into my body
Like the Vaseline

a up-turned nose and a piggys' ear
But her daddy's got a fridge full o' nice cold beer

And I love hot women
And I love cold beer
Well, I love hot women
And I

Where the trunks and heads of giants
Poke out the rim of the threshold

The Greek Titans standing guard
All but one with arms enchained
The upturned, open

concerns 
You'll never be enough and 

How perfectly it works for me 
You're the drug that I've been missing 
Flick the upturned needle and inject direct

soft

Upturned face closed eyes
Just breathe
Sailed upstream in ships we believe
Silver skies that reveal gold below
Like masquerade hares
Until they

times

As the buses go past
It's her picture and my regret
I covered over her upturned arms
And put my name across her chest

Kindle low furnace of souls, 

So as to serve a torch upturned,

Shrouded in bone and bloodlike tears, 

Of pure spirit, henceforth pay homage,

This

gonna suck you in
I'm gonna spin you round
I'm gonna turn you up
I'm gonna spit you out

this is the end of your world
everything has been upturned
submit

unfold 
Like a past life you've unlearnt, like a consciousness upturned, suddenly   
Like a dormant memory fight. A belief that I once called mine.. I

I am the upturned stone,
I am the wounded gull,
I am the gardener, the prostitute,
I am the palace and the grave.

I am the knife in the hand

breath in 
I'm filled inside 
With the perfume of all that's lived and died
An ancient memory reminds me I'm alive

I am the soil
With upturned hands

I took a train downtown
Broken among the broke
Smelling of last night smoke
One among grains of sand
In an upturned hourglass
I watched them roll

on the concrete
Fine powder blowing from my upturned palms

into
if you don't much mind
a few dead minds
in the higher places
or a bomb or two
now and then
in your upturned faces
or such other improprieties
as our

on upturned faces
Everywhere you're not around, no matter where you are now

It doesn't matter that the moon was down
Walking back from a party that we never