.....a.slow..start...
evening s s s s th
a
t
D r
i f
T
into
mornings,
watching the hours.pass.quickly.
the seat of the soul sees in word speaks
i n
E L E C T
R I C I
T Y !
listens
to
colour:
it's riddles are D
O
G
M
A.
but its questions can't
be asked by human
t
o
u
n
g
e
.
.
.
t
h
o
u
g
h
there is forever a canvas
waiting
seducing
i
n
a
l
l
i
t
'
s
m
y
r
i
a
d
m
a
n
i
f
e
s
t
a
t i o n s.
evening s s s s th
a
t
D r
i f
T
into
mornings,
watching the hours.pass.quickly.
the seat of the soul sees in word speaks
i n
E L E C T
R I C I
T Y !
listens
to
colour:
it's riddles are D
O
G
M
A.
but its questions can't
be asked by human
t
o
u
n
g
e
.
.
.
t
h
o
u
g
h
there is forever a canvas
waiting
seducing
i
n
a
l
l
i
t
'
s
m
y
r
i
a
d
m
a
n
i
f
e
s
t
a
t i o n s.

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