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jeune​-​erasion {early demos}

by L'Or

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1.
Orion 04:35
You followed me around. I saw Orion, coming home, and He moves across the sky, comes and goes. comes and goes. I wait for You in the dark. I cannot see Your face. the memory of You fills in Your space. You come and go... shivering Together-- on a boat, looking up. You're my star... I wish I may, I wish I might that Your ever-guiding light is real and hasn't died centuries ago! come and go (coming and going)... pressing To-gether-- Your belt digging into Me. You're my star... maybe I never gave You up. maybe You fill up my sky. maybe Your shape is the only one I recognize. come and go (coming and going)...
2.
light the wick-- a wicked wisp of smoke curls around Your heavy head. You jumped straight into the ocean's undertow, under no obligation to see Me again, but You did. (x4) so I: wade water bubbling up thigh high, looking for a sign. Your house has no light. & Your Circle: of Friends; of road; of memories keep You biting off Your tail. I look-- (x6) wet sopping washcloth drips on Your wide forehead, & Your bedroom smells like: paint chips; like white sticks of chalk. but hold Your screen door, lightly. let It close, silently. go out in the lightning. You're soaked to your knees, Your blue jeans turned black, looking back, You see Nothing but Darkness, it seems. This haunts Me. haunts Me! stalks Me! hunts Me! You're outside my house, rain tapping My window-- I toss my pillow. still the wick is not black, yet. You're cold in your sick bed. & I toil for Your trouble-- not charred; not charmed, either.
3.
dressed up for a photograph, You did Your best. You took a photograph, and all You saw was the dust. Every-thing dead and dying, it surrounds us. floating in the air, in Our dark-dark-rooms We fall asleep there: in the middle of All the things We can't control. & if You stare: at a space; into space, You'll see the human-race: particles of air; particularly there when You notice them. (notice me?) Every-thing wrong is right when You stay up all night with Me, and we go outside. out of this box of dust. into the black expanse-- freckled with candles burnt in my mind. forget Your stillness! let It be alive! like all the stars that move so fast! although they're trapped in our gazes, like photographs. We plant Our feet and gasp! We're so small! We're so small! We're so--
4.
dressed up for a photograph, You did Your best. You took a photograph, and all You saw was the dust. Every-thing dead and dying, it surrounds us. floating in the air, in Our dark-dark-rooms We fall asleep there: in the middle of All the things We can't control. & if You stare: at a space; into space, You'll see the human-race: particles of air; particularly there when You notice them. (notice me?) Every-thing wrong is right when You stay up all night with Me, and we go outside. out of this box of dust. into the black expanse-- freckled with candles burnt in my mind. forget Your stillness! let It be alive! like all the stars that move so fast! although they're trapped in our gazes, like photographs. We plant Our feet and gasp! We're so small! We're so small! We're so--
5.
be four 08:22
diaries are for secrets, and I have a few-- wouldn't tell any-One else. I'm sitting on the front porch, and I'm looking at the flickering street lamp, 'cause it tried, it tried, and it died anyway. and it was so bright it was so-- it was so bright every-night before. I like to be in a beautiful room with flowers and Sun coming through the window, and I'm here all by my-Self, where I can wear any-thing that I want, like those little-tiny buckle-shoes that I wore every-where, every-day. 'Cause I liked them, I liked them, I liked It that way. and they were so soft they were so-- they were so soft and they fit just perfectly! I like to be on this plastic chair out back, in the yard, under the cherry-air, and I'm working on a drawing of the Sun coming through the leaves. I've got my pencil and my little sketch-book, and I filled up so many with drawings I made, I made, I made them all, 'cause it was so easy. it was so-- it was so easy to do before. It was All wishing, and waiting to be something. It was All wishing, and waiting to be someone. It was All wishing, and waiting to be where I am now, only better. diaries are for secrets, and I still keep one by My bedside, but it looks a little lonely, 'cause my secrets hide inside of Me, My secrets hide from Me. and I'm so sorry. I'm so-- I'm so sorry I can't be the way I was before.

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~L'Or be-fore L'Or~

primitive recordings/tinkerings/attempts
(2009-2013)

All re-volving
'round and around--
Past and Present.
re-surfacing, re-peating.
Time--
rippling, re-curring,
re-coiling, re-beating.

xo

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released April 7, 2017

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by Golden threads of light.

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