Sailing silver waves, trough the skies and round your eyes, and in the pockets of the tide a meeting place by night. Sequin covered swans that are used to make their own mosaic's; a ceremony comes, an exponential fate. The dance of the cosmos shows, the stitches of space that slowly come and go . The dance of the cosmos shows, as above, so below. A whiporwhill in flight, turns east towards westphalia. In search of lost time, with the magic of true light. Tone zodiac in tune, with the fossils of our themepark; and falling from the seams, is a steeple swarmed light.
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