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To Conjure a Beloved

from Lookout by Scott Pinkmountain

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To Conjure a Beloved

Come to me, now, in image if only
My body’s demanding, my hands have grown lonely
I’m weary of my mirror, it moves in clichés
I miss the careen of our contrary ways

As when sea crests collide with brash winds and leap foaming
Or the scatter of the cattle sends rustlers roaming
Like the sand-blasted stone sculpturally eroded
Or the pawed sibling cub playfully goaded

Tornadic squall, alley caterwaul
Faint distant trace of the quail’s nervous call
It’s only in your eyes I aspire to rise
And it’s from your grace that I fall when I fall
And often I fall

You’re only a woman though I’m here alone
And in my solitude your memory’s grown
Your stature is heightened to shadow my skin
The line becomes gray where you end and begin

I read your figure in the shifting cloud’s cast,
The smooth curve of sea glass, the spry jutting grass,
The cottonwood’s sweep and the alfalfa sway,
The wild trail spring and the peacock’s array

Petryglyphed wall, lioness’ sprawl,
Grizzly’s bass echo in a deep cave’s great hall
It’s only in your eyes I aspire to rise
And it’s from your grace that I fall when I fall
And often I fall

I see you in hues of ochre and clay
And smell you in fields of ragweed and hay
I find you in folds of thick mountain clover
and wriggling beneath damp rocks I roll over

I recall our sharp sparring in the sea lion’s bark
And our reconciliation in the warble of the lark
Perfumed copse of pine, so calm and so poised,
You bend in my gales and make song of my noise

Lightning’s sharp scrawl, falcon’s brief stall,
Canyon’s grand face, two-thousand feet tall
It’s only in your eyes I aspire to rise
And it’s from your grace that I fall when I fall
And often I fall

I picture you rising in the ash morning haze
Only vague recognition in your sleep-stoned gaze
In that flickering glimpse beyond conscious grasp
Nothing’s for granted, your mind’s polished glass

Some animal sense is all that’s aware
I study those eyes veiled behind golden hair,
Suspended unknowing in that moment when
You decide each day if you’ll love me again

Your slurred drunken drawl, your lazy noon sprawl,
The red of your ears when you’re looking to brawl
It’s only in your eyes I aspire to rise
And it’s from your grace that I fall when I fall
And often I fall

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from Lookout, released February 11, 2014

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Scott Pinkmountain (aka Scott Rosenberg) is an American musician and a writer. Over the past 20 years, he has recorded and performed extensively in the U.S. and Europe with many excellent musicians including Anthony Braxton, Jacopo Andreini, Gino Robair, Sam Coomes, Arrington Di Dionyso, Phil Minton, Jaap Blonk, Pauline Oliveros, Tim Daisy, Nate Wooley, and others. ... more

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