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The Underground Resistance
Close to the river, you will find us:
a flickering of susurrant leaves.
Phantasmal and vespertilian,
we are the underground resistance.
Your search for meaning brought you to us.
Will you slip your fingers into mine?
I am a wraith: you are a shimmer.
We are the underground resistance.
Dance, dance, dance, know that you are noticed.
Come, come, come, I understand your pain.
Dance, dance, dance, you have always known us.
Come, come, come, take my hand, take my hand.
I felt your restlessness unfolding;
I feel you drowsily iridesce.
Rhythms coalesce to quicken the breath.
Floating beneath the surface of sleep,
Floating beneath the surface of sleep.
You are a shudder in the half-light—
the exquisite arching of a back.
Ghosting unseen across the black earth,
we are the underground resistance.
Beautiful to me are your footprints:
complicatedness written in sand.
Sea to river and river to sea,
we are the underground resistance.
Dance, dance, dance, know that you are noticed.
Come, come, come, I understand your pain.
Dance, dance, dance, you have always known us.
Come, come, come, take my hand, take my hand.
Floating beneath the surface of sleep,
Floating beneath the surface of sleep.
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Awaiting the Return of the Raven
Summoned, he will spin language from sea-spume:
an inscription for a blade licked by fire.
Summoned, he will ride out of the howling.
Drink him in. Feel the Raven King return.
Summoned, he will take a throne of black gold:
feather-smoked; born of trance; crowned with hawthorn.
Summoned, he will stem the flow of claret,
while his own trickle of blood feeds a flood.
Summoned, we are black phlegm. We are lightning,
and we will storm the barricades tonight.
Summoned to the court of the Raven King:
black chain-mail; black chalice; skin glistening.
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