Time: strings pulsating, their gut cores seeping warmth and resonance. Running vibrations, bronze and golden, looping in a circular, helical melody. We travel with it along the notes and the passing tones and when we reach the cadence, we do not stop. Fingers linger above sound obscured by mortal existence: a wedge, a sliver between illimitable darkness.

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