photography / words / sounds
until meanings are granted to the time that has passedwaiting
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again
slept in the woven partials air blown
air compressed and elongated
sucked out of pipes of skins
wind on reed vibrating, coarse
we converge at a certain point
to make DISSONANCE
thru me
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we talked ephemeral, registered subharmonic
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Actuators of the air we morph, isn’t it the most familiar feeling
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Mystical chants pulsating![]()
when do we cease to be, resonances
All timbres are air, warm
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supplying us with language to make CONSONANCE.
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if we don’t think are we still beings![]()
we talked ephemeral, registered subharmonic
Actuators of the air we morph, isn’t it the most familiar feeling
Mystical chants pulsating
when do we cease to be, resonances
All timbres are air, warm
supplying us with language to make CONSONANCE.
if we don’t think are we still beings
Timbre within us, timbre without us ︎