Daniel Linne

DOWN BELOW

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To my personal stranger, I still pursue the dice that rolls onto unborn children and their unborn eyes. For when the will is undone, wading through a rush of blood, in the lightness that is held when you're nearer to me than I am to myself. when will you tire of lonely hearts looking for endings without a place to start. A home feels furthest away now you want to leave but you choose to stay. Deep in sleeping touch the one that leaves isn't one of us. It's my turn to say what will be said when the body is old and my rights are read. I miss you when there's nothing else to do and no more alibis. I'm sitting in the kitchen almost human watching the morning light. The man I am is borrowed and spent by you that I chose to follow. If there's a heart that runs deeper than bone it moves in the dark underneath and down below. But I imagine that beyond these walls there's still trees so tall that angels lay in their leaves, where there's still the thrill of relief. Where I am you in this song and where the line is drawn, I think of you as safe and well. I may be wrong but who can really tell.

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​​​​​​​Beginnings were here too soon

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This train of thought may have no station, but these tracks are made so may have direction. I'm here like this but I'm here too near because I've gone to far into the give and take and what's at stake when you don't know what you are. Where loyalties are laid to rest as desperation clings to the breasts, as the light of the sun melts the dark of the moon. Beginnings were here too soon. with the air open he invites her swollen flesh to wrap around his sunken chest, the place where all suspense loses sense. But now over polite lies he folds under and slowly simmers and suffers in salted sentiments that sweetly say, he's dull and vain but he loves you and he would love you again. He's overdressed with bad breath but he looks the part and that's the only place he can start. I'm just unsteady in some naked disguise that cradles the day and coughs through the night, while every legacy runs dry and dies. Beginnings were here too soon. Now that I'm sold and old I just want to say before I slip away, I'd see you once more or never again. On a day like this I'd see you once more or never again, but tomorrow is here too soon for that day to begin. 

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AS between hands we go

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The banks are closing ranks, while we sit on these steps, in thinning skin, finding one another again and never again. So lets walk to the end of each street to that place between chance and its repeat to make a sacrifice that I cannot for-see. Well you've grown old and it didn't take long, it didn't take much, just the lack of a human touch against the flood of the mind, through ancient battles lived and revived, to the flight of her thighs after miles of road, for beauty borrowed and what everyone knows, we all lose these fights when the battle is out of site. While I dream myself clean, in your leftover light. Undressing into you is turning inside out as the night, where eyes call twice. Once from here and once from inside where what i feel is most real in your voice's tone as between hands we go. 

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Serenade song

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Did Kane ever wonder what is most real when you don't become what you feel? It hasn't changed you like you'd want it to, as time entangles old pains made anew. Although the tear is more real than reason it trades an eye for an eye instead of grieving, and although the thought of life is more real than the life I live, what can I really say when I just become what you give. You didn't survive but you're still alive to stay and lay and age with the days after days. fastening on a tightening moan is the harmonies of a rise and its fall. I learn to return because I never had a plan that could withstand emptiness, while my words merge with the shade and the breeze, while my words merge with the pines and distant sea, the phone is cut and its smeared with lips and tears and broken hope. Burying hell is building a home and every piece is held between the bones. Now momentum is blending beginnings and endings as I see you reaching out whit all your shadows extending, while I'm tricked and tamed and cleaved from the mirror, to drain away down some gutter where the water runs clearer. I'm almost lonely and almost holey, I'm used and misled by devotions unsaid that are worn and undead.

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Brushing past the sun

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It was the fall of august and the heat was moving on. You're stripped and silent in the sun, while I turn my hands away for too long. It all comes down to touch, now that I'm losing my trust, being held by the one I kill. I'm a haunted hunter who needs friction in unfolding to feel. Lingering has led me further in to the way you betray yourself for love, or anything else we're not made of. I strain to these claims as they turn more vague. You wear your body so close to the bone, that through you I see what cannot be shown, but when you loosen your hips I'm lost and it has cost me too much time by your side. When you led me upstairs, one step at a time, we opened in retreat, undressing as a den of thieves, trading their stash of defeat. We came, washed and talked and i watched you brush past the sun. In you I can't choose or refuse, I could never want you freely.

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In leaving love comes to pass

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The key turned and then it spun, unwinding the lock of what can't end when it never began. Did you say don't take me kindly, take me as you are. Would you know me better in another's arms. Show me beauty without charm. Did you sing of little boats on rivers of smoke, crashing on through clouds until they sink into the sound of my voice. Well this captain is wrapped in waves. As you turn I just want to learn why you drive me to the edge of what I'm worth, but the reasons have changed from symbols to stains. I'm no longer my own when I'm alone. I'm unnamed and well known. As our clothes and skin uncoil the slaughter turns in the spoils of my body turning feral and blue. This is what I come through to say to you, that I'm glad that nothing lasts. In leaving love comes to pass.

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Erotic verse

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The pines are heavy with snow and I heard recently that lady autumn still roams. I heard she lost her youthful touch now she hesitates too much. I heard she can't grow older so she wanders. Its written in erotic verse that what you become is not rehearsed when hunger feeds to no core, you can only ever want more and more. icicles weep as they shed their crystal skins as your body is turning as swirling you into its unfurling. I hope i know you soon. I know you're not lonely It's only you have no one and the web has been spun. But how I took you and fell through hunger and its heat. While I'm in nature's reach move me to make me incomplete. Its written in erotic verse habit comes first, but staring at the ceiling these words and their verse lose meaning. As we're trading faces and finding ourselves in forgotten places. How did you even give into these hands. I take you from behind and we lay on our sides with all the grace of falling in love with a face.

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if the song goes on

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I'm back from work that is so absurd its stolen my beliefs. I'm tired with sore feet and little to eat. I'm just staying home tonight. I don't really sleep between relieving the mind and receiving the night. I've stayed in love and I can't leave yet. This is living or so it's said. if this is the truth I hope it brings me closer to you, if not then these songs go on.