Seamless – the song and the poem

Seamless by Diane Barbarash

 

 

River – songs from the poetry of Allison Grayhurst

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The Poem:

 

 

Seamless      

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    Raincoats and rainy seasons are behind us now.

I picked up a feather.

You took it from me and now it is yours. And just like that,

rich as the coral reef waters, we were initiated into

a lower layer.

    Intensity is a button. It is concentration – one part,

one of your parts unrelentingly explored

while ignoring other

distracting sensations. It is the thick blood

raking of thighs against our lesser faith.

    Fears of the future put aside and left to their weeping.

Shoulders become secrets receiving

probing pressure-point intrusions.

Like a primeval working of strings,

through this communication, we see

the courage of our history rise, become an advancing truth,

and our pores

grow and sparkle like thousands of tiny sun-drenched ants

pooling together to parallel a single purpose.

    We know ‘just survival’ is tyranny.

What we seek is not movement

purely for the sake of employment, but to create canvases

of vigorous struggles – ones that can only be cemented

in unison.

    Our bodies have abandoned their blood-lines.

We are touching every crease

and tense design with undiluted intention –

first blotting out words, then delectable conversations.

We rejoice in the grand dramatics of our compatibility,

equally committed to corporeal immersion.

    The past culminates in this single outpouring. It is

a privileged evolution. It is months of misfortune

exterminated by the exertion of our mouths:

    Strange rhythms are risked, foreheads pressed,

giving way

to beautiful unadulterated disclosure.

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Copyright © 2012 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “New Binary Press Anthology”, 2012

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All Her Love

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song written, composed by Kyp Harness

sung by Dan Kershaw

 

RON SEXSMITH SINGS “WANDERING HEART” BY THE GREAT KYP HARNESS

 

Wandering Heart

First explosions of the morning
Wandering heart awakens roaming
Silently unfolding ‘cross the sky
And slowly forming on my eyes
She stands upon the edge of time
With her angel of doom as the cold sun shines
On the ice upon her ragged wings

I know your road is lonely
I can’t believe that you chose me
I will follow you
Even if this dream should be untrue
I will follow you

A million years and a million tears
There’s nothing left to chain me here
My heart is full but my hands are empty
I need someplace to go where I’ll be
Free beyond this cloud of doubt and the bleak machinery of fear
Wandering heart
Don’t let me slide

I know your road is lonely
I can’t believe that you chose me
I will follow you
Even if this dream should be untrue
I will follow you

Let the music of your beauty fly
Let the living live and the dying die
Let me disappear into the mystery
And the silent shadows of what will be
The world we know is fading and no-one will mourn its passing
Wandering heart
Come dance with me

I know your road is lonely
I can’t believe that you chose me
I will follow you
Even if this dream should be untrue
I will follow you

 

 

Kyp Harness © 2011