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i know someone who can't recognize

i know someone who can't recognize
his own face in a crowd, he's a ball rolling down
since he started, out this morning
no one knows, which direction he falls

and an eerie sound, resonated
when he hit the ground, made that awful sound

dreaded opening my eyes, afraid we wouldn't be here
not understanding the words from my mouth

i feel like it should come with warning, too
we may burn up, on re-entry

and we recede, just like everything
now, and then, what comes after that

and civilizations will fall
and everything we know, will crumble to the ground
make that awful sound, seem familiar

i feel like it should come with warning, too

2 am

abandoned city street
flags
broken streetlamp serenade
the names of things and other such thoughts

interviews

CHYZ Interview (English Translation)

rusty string

the wires from my broken record player
fake plastic guns
oh, sweet consequence
and all of us, as well
painting over it did no good / solitary bird
nursing 500 broken fingers

the roots, the leaves

intimidated by silence
asleep on a train
the birds in your chest
the sun always sets
drop ceilings and day planners
some lonesome street corner
dead telephone
i know someone who can't recognize