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THE CABLE
16:00
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reckless precision
precipitates scission
of bonds adamantine
an arching lash of white fire
beauty beyond embodied knowing
all is liquid, once was stone
to have a future, to have a home
endless chatter, silence remains
precious hour til death returns again
to bear this broken past
buried in our flesh
to see the future unwritten
to begin again
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RUNNING
08:51
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a body is always more than a body
there's a pulse to all the areophany
our eyes made this horizon
our breath, the endless wind
we are what we're given
exhaled out, inhaled in
moving in tandem
one rhythm, many hearts
this distance, circumference of us
muscle, bone, fines, dust
every pathway a promise
every footstep an embrace
we are our own exponents
senescence outpaced
with reverence, with awe
half worshipper, half god
more than planet, more than home
breathe with us warm stone
two hundred days
could be ten thousand
under this sky we made
pure means without end
we, the promise
the faithful, the frontier
past scarcity, past fear
past the ruin our history portends
we could do this forever
you can never go back
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KASEI VALLIS
11:40
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i trace my fingers along the edges of the rover's windows
my eyes plunging and rising
the habit of seeking a focus
in the pale red noise of dust and fines
on the other side of the glass
i rise, pace back and forth in this patient cage,
the imposed inaction of our resolute decision
will the wind arrive in time? will we?
sit, sleep rise eat pace, the hours pass
eyes glued to the increasing figures
broken by
pure dust howling wind red fines empty mind
trading sharp caresses
failure to soothe
our presence in every present
and yet it seems our pasts have diverged
come on wind
over that wall
come on, push
the wind has come
katabatic winds our weapon
we lay our bodies upon them
hold fast to one another
lay waste the prison
and free our brother
we have been myth
we shall be history
a shock to those white-knuckle gripped
to a powerful present
that stories can be a material force
that the past shapes our course
whether for him
or for us
o subtle point of disctintion!
o elusive line of demarcation!
we've far to go
and no terrain to guide us
only a direction
and each other
heads bent, push forward
falling and rising, again and again
to arrive in surprise in perfect time
ready at last to begin
lines drawn out
(leave no one behind)
in a long war
(what's been done to your mind)
make a small cut and it will all aground
under the force of the storm we brought down
circle back around
scornful pride
wounded heart
difficult women
a world apart
not decisive
on a whim
bitter words
upturned chin
don't ever let them forget
that i am capable of revenge
flashing eyes
committed acts
we always said
you can never go back
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Clayborne Montreal, Québec
Post-hardcore based on Kim Stanley Robinson's Mars Trilogy from four settlers living in Tio'tia:ke, Kanien'kehá:ka territory
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