Conic dreams colliding with outer fields
Becoming time.
Very old thoughts roam still airtight
Waiting for a beam of light
Sounds in code grace new harsh unknow colours
While black storms spend their time emitting
Frequencies, testing our perceptions,
But again, we're not able to understand...
Not even a line.
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