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Above the flow
04:28
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Above the flow
No dross, nothing left to chance
Strange fruits, strange skins
Dust in the sun
Dust sinking in the sun.
She keeps her head up above the flow
The dark matter she knows
That gathers below
No gloss, eyes spilling aims
Cold pants, legs blending stains
Wind in hangings
Breath is singing in endings
No words , nothing to hang on to
All we have to lose is what’s been and gone,
The mute writing on the wall
Repeating what’s been said and done
No words, no gloss, no dross, no loss
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I try to dance
06:24
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I try to dance
A woman sits facing a porthole
The reflections of a world shining in her eyes
Can you see the clouds waltzing ?
She continues to reinvent them
An untiring desire for opportunities
I feel like I know her
Can there be more ?
She went beyond my memory
Can this be done ?
The cabin that houses her seems desolate
The forms that surround her are smooth and safe
Can you see dancing in the window ?
Everything here is made to be forgotten, not to disturb
There is nothing here, the room is uninhabited
Everything that seems to be endless
Takes place in her consciousness
Can you see these new dancing steps ?
Now she knows what she sees taking shape
Is this world which dances in her head
Can you see me goddess ?
I try to dance
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Resonances
04:30
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Resonances
Last day’s fragment
Memory’s failed on a bugged screen
Unstable clips of fractal movements
Some kind of report from an ageless queen
And the glass wires in that smoky jug
Resolve to the form of a setup plug
Whispers of a queen
A whirlwind, an abyss
A beam of words stitched in curtains
Prayers of a whole world in a single sentence
Whispers of a queen
A whirlwind, an abyss
A threnody, a lament, a dirge, a keen
Last garbled moments
She must leave and must bequeath
They let her carry all of their quirks
All phobias, fear, and failing works
The mother of all remembrances
A Balance point for all divergences
The last tail end of resonant chords
Leaves me asking
Was there a crew on board ?
A light crackling sound in my skull
As Some debris rings against the hull
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Things get ahead of myself
My clock makes a time breach
Brings splits and ruptures
Shuts my mind from life
Time for another time
I strangely get used to these changes
Think they become longer
They became more real
My beating time is lost
Things get ahead of myself
Some lines and points
Get lost in my brain
Keep away from the fast lane
Do I now get ahead of these things
A blind wall is passing in my dull flat wings
The shape of a small and steep brick track
Keeps me in touch with never looking back
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