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The Sea of​.​.​.

by MARROW

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1.
Miasma 01:43
Welcome here. To a living fucking Hell. Saw a finger worked to the bone and a life of denial winding down Heard a death knell from trucks and crates, filling up a soundless space Breathed in poison air sent by faceless power incarnate And my hips and lips were frozen some twenty years ago I don’t know how and I don’t know why Through the wall I heard one man’s rage We lay in bed, tight-lipped and shaky, with nothing to say Beneath the life of the senses, under the skins of an image Is a deep well to drown in While the killers who draw suffering sleep soundly tonight On the other side of the ocean or where you lay your head They’ll horde, trample along Infecting, Suffocating, Crushing, Transfixing Rationalized by some curious form of detachment The coin of the dead Song to my self and those who spit and spew The question remains: What are you going to do?
2.
Desult 01:29
Does your ironic tongue serve to ward a certain air? To shield against a warm breath that blows past every now and then Laying bare all the efforts, recall begotten pain Or perhaps you’ve borne all you could? Left to swallow bitter pills with laughter pouring into the void And if one can’t be touched, than one can’t be hurt I am no arbiter, no judge you’ll stand before In the end we die alone, gazing in a mirror But when the day is done breaking and your feet just fall into space I would rather contain it all than crumble with the walls I’ve built I would rather embrace it all than know that I turned away
3.
Searching for a cause or a way to trace the time It’s in a wrinkle by the eye or the depth beneath the lens It’s in the space carved out by the onslaught of things gone past Eras descend into lines and fissures-Gone Forever Mistakes, words stuck on the tongue, things left undone for which there is No Atonement The bulwark is held by a thousand fleeting lines The flicker on the skin, the hollowed inside presents a mirror to that space, brought forth into flesh My body holds every instant I’ve ever drawn breath Contained therein, the ebb and flow Years and years with so little ground to show Thus anchoring lines move upward and out born from water below, fitted in and taken root Nourished by movement, yet manifesting stillness Though sometimes I wish to just remain still and piece back together what I’ve moved on from (and what’s moved on from me) But there is no stillness with the earth circling underfoot Such things live only in body dream memory And this is... Bittersweet Nourished by movement, manifesting stillness Just remain still. Frozen with a memory. But there is no stillness with the earth circling underfoot such things die And this is…
4.
A bitter purge drains and dries blood out left gasping, grasping as the air sinks down And a sweet tonifier, building new blood slowly expanding a shifting space On and On And Never Again A moment flashes by Transmuted by time into texture of skin and it will sink Down into a core of creation and control inhale lifesblood, grieve and let go To bear the child of water the pole between joy and fear Gathering will flows into crafting soul And the first stirring of an unborn sun (for within, movement can’t be undone) Restless, for a new timeless arc To thaw the core To Nourish the root To succor the past To give home to hurt Once, Movement outside bestowed a crushing grip Running scared to ground washing away In the fabric of these cycles is a wisdom To move alongside them: Birth and Decay For I wish to find a place of stillness within my heart
5.
Last Words 06:08
Oh, what could I tell of the storm and it’s aftermath Born inside then lashing out Wrenching bones layers scraped then ripped away Fever dreams, caved in chest I cannot fucking breath Flooding tears can’t quell the dust and one has to swallow this Turning in circles, reliving cycles bereft and shaking like the children we once were A special poison, aged but still potent to course through channels carved long ago And we drown the ones we love I’ve been a mirror that wouldn’t break and a hungry ghost, wandering, ashamed Given and taken-words could never explain fragments twisted or lost In the stillest place, crumbled earth a paler skin, and lives going on Let us lay these storms to rest for now ensconced in a chamber of the skull A shimmering trickle of obdurate glass Dormant, contained, with but a few escapes of the sting, the ache, the falling rush Til what was blood and salt is merely an echo of an echo Let us forget what is gone As the harvest preludes absence dam the banks anyway you can Under swimming eyes and scoured hands the tender hope, a forlorn wish, that somehow, the paths and bridges will hold But outside, eternally, wilderness will grow Scramble up the rocks A maelstrom razed the ground The weave will stretch and snap every bond will break And blood pledges turn to a forsworn truth By shifting stars or fault or fear By sorrow or pain or desert air Aloft, the threads, the lonely wind the swell of time, the scattering sand Hollow, drifting, my fingers swept a notch (the softened lines, a gentle breath, of slumber gazed) bore a heat and beauty that filled me whole And in quite moment of the nights I was expanse and light, water and stone Thus are carried filaments of bone: Swirling, windswept; trembled, nearly hewn While the flakes and the ruins float gently away currents will shape them to return someday As a fullness precluding absence and space The contours of time, never erased …. ….. ….. ….. You are branded onto my heart
6.
Sundry 02:25
The doorway between was shattered, then barred Unspeakable. Alone. Sundered into flesh and soul I beheld eyes glazed and still and muscles running from the bone Unspeakable. And you came back crushed (though now, not always alone) left to sift through rubble and blood and the fear that it could happen again Then it happened again Tonight I’m filled with visions: First, a towering rage Slaughter the fucking scum make them feel Pain Next is an emptiness but for the low-slung moon shining red through clouds of suffering on desolate, cold graves Rain will fall, not bearing the flood that cleanses but with a fulsome ache seeping through pores Bewildered and Senseless This World is Hell Forced to have a terrible strength just to survive But it’s a strength that can tear one apart Hold, and breathe out shaking; I’ll kiss salt from your face I would do fucking anything if it could somehow erase A pain that haunts and quakes, silences and breaks But history is thus-burned into our bones No escaping what’s been built and broken down There are layers wrought I can never understand But if you’ve been gone a long time, building new space between Know that somewhere, somewhere, there is a safe resting place For I’ve seen soul twisting in the wind scattering clouds promising embodiment And one still point, tensioned between Inviolate. Churning earth, window to the flesh untouched by violence Above and below Space made to mend Pulled back inside May it never close again.
7.
And, what was even more exciting, she felt, too, as she saw Mr Ramsay bearing down and retreating, and Mrs Ramsay sitting with James in the window and the cloud moving and the tree bending, how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach. —Virginia Woolf
8.
Allotment 02:30
Whispers held, a burden of flesh The voice so loud, cleaved like the rest Once-Inflamed, heat of the sky Infused, held through and through soil and air, the bloom and the fall The eyes of our others and songs for them all Piecemeal obstruction, absconding vision Static and shimmer, nowhere to listen Now-kin inflamed, to the core of the earth Resistance, through and through Not ours to claim, for we have no others And our songs-we’ve lost them all For some with scarred arms, burning hate years in a vacuum, insides waylaid Comes the gentlest touch, the blood of our blood Distilled by the wreckage Quiescent and Fierce at once So we sing a shade of a world we once knew The breath from our lips are pieces of you And you breathe a part of me Bonded not tethered-distant or near The bones of our bones to the end of the earth Stitched held together in a matrix above But air from shore to shore only carries so much In the absence of landfall can it ever be enough? To build our homes on the edge of a never ending scar
9.
What poisoned shroud fell tonight on a valley filled with thirst? It stings the eyes and in the coolness of the night I’ll shiver With the blade and the cup and limbs not my own Tendrils dip, to ascend as so much smoke Carrying the gaze to the hills at the edge of vision; stay with me here to witness a collision Hearken now to the sounds of hooves landing they echo off the wheel, though few remain standing Now come back, see the long night through murky and scabrous, feel the weight turn And pick your Heartbreak Shed water, vapor to carry sight On stratum and sclera only musk and salt remain blended with soil underfoot Exhale, sink down, in silence To see through a vision not my own Familiar yet unclear, the skin on these bones The tales of a rupture, the wind enclosed Unfurl the skein of perception and eyes turn to blood In knowing In tasting In feeling… Absence…And the cold Silence…And the bones The haunted and hunted, the fear of what will come In lands transformed to barren shells remnants of what was wild and free stand as an avatar to those who keen For loss upon loss, air that touches no tree Lonesome cries falling heavy in the night Nothing to answer save the roar of machines… Our vacuous carapace--what’s below will never be seen Obscured: trading devastation for protection a quiet fealty to domination, the fearful, unsaid pledge which brooks no opposition Twilight fell on a sharpened earth And with it came whispers of burning, of birth (Beginnings and ending, an overflowing thirst) Through the haze of the night, eyes still search And find a distant outline of smoke made flesh What’s left of my body whispers to me: Someday we will die so that others may be free

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In fitting fashion, this record available for your listening pleasure just as we end the band.

Contact: theseaofmarrow@gmail.com

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released June 12, 2012

Recorded by Jack Shirley at the Atomic Garden

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