| 2 | after all this time, Beirut |
| 1 | to die on any hill (if it's easy enough to climb) |
| 20 | wooden giants and mechanical birds (with John Murchison & Gideon Forbes) |
| 6 | in dandelion fields |
| 4 | of the always puzzle of living and doing |
| 0 | for now we leave the sky to the tyrants, and dig |
| 6 | everyone i love is sleeping and i love them so so much |
| 1 | the familiar scenography of electrons waltzing across the screen in your peripheral vision, you avoid its gaze like a tired husband you have outgrown |
| 3 | there are glorious labyrinths in the ground for those with the claws to find them |
| 1 | you saw what you were looking at and you touched what you were touching |
| 3 | sounds from home |