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title: Riptide of memory
genre: verse
project:
title: Stark Raving
css: stark
order: 16
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Something about all music being performances of 4'33"
in places where other bands happen to be playing
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- title: I think it's you (but it's not)
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Inside of my memory, the poem is another memory.
The air up here is thin, but the wind blows harder
than anywhere else I know. It threatens to rip
my body away, like an angel of death, to the stars.
In Arizona, I thought I would forget the rain,
forget its sound on a roof like a hard wind, forget
its smell like a far away ocean. Luckily for me
it rains here. Luckily because I forget too easily.
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