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Welcome to a clear, starry night reflection where no thought kneels in fear of rejection. With a quick look back I'm pained but I found a way to erase these stains. Hands dipped in scarlet, dried like tops of Makers, by now it's tarnished. But I know I'm wading in the cradle of the slipstream now enabled. Let's get waist deep, I wanna feel the roller coaster rush with these maple leaves in the rapid's flow, white crests break when their form meets stone. No drop alone. A constant Sisyphean labor for your neighbor with weight on the fader. Where's a rain when you need one? It's fleeting, we're heated this season. Panic fine, out of your mind, a no-man's land where we meet within communal neutral lines. Backpedaling does naught to save you, already submerged to our navels. Procure the burn of the current, so certain we should unearth a pure fervor unheard of. Surge with the surf, if curses had hurt, I'd have spent the past decade asleep in the dirt.

We're waiting to feed the ocean. Head-over-heels in immortal commotion we're floating. We'll make it, I know this.

Since when was a bad dream your last? Now immersed to the chest in liquid glass, if we choose a staff as our primary, take up the movement of file sharing, create our new designer drugged punch, particles can amass as an AI sponge. You exude nectar to canvas as energy charging my transit. Artfully dancing in loops. Dizziness opens my manacled room. Antiquated model home opening, all features available to plunder, strange to think I won all these wonders simply by taking one of a trillion numbers. Go ahead, blunderbuss application, say hello to a forced vacation. Approaching the mouth, chin down submarine. Route greets the sea, blue meets the green. What a spectacle of a scene, the undertow pulling a populace free. As the sun dips farther and farther, finally our heads disappear underwater, and it's here we experience bliss with nary an object or relic we'll miss.

Now we're here, feeding the ocean. Death of the fear of immortal commotion. Stay golden, we'll make it, I know this.

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from In Masks of Grey Mist, released June 20, 2014
Produced by Fra Dolcino

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