The Machine

I'm not in the machine, near as I am to its lair...

Such Fragile Panes

Why should we be barred from the whimsy we believe by things far more fragile than the dreams that we weave...

We grow up awake, slowly falling asleep...

"Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." -Victor Hugo

A little bit of this, a little bit of that

- Verse Seventeen -

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