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Narrative Spire

from The Ex Nihilo Cycle by Instar

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One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it.
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother,
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.
I can give not what men call love;
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the Heavens reject not:
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something far
From the sphere of our sorrow

-Percy Shelley

stinging
gold swarms
upon the spires
silver

chants the litanies the
great bells are ringing with rose
the lewd fat bells
and a tall

wind
is dragging
the
sea

with

dream

-E.E.Cummings

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from The Ex Nihilo Cycle, released September 15, 2017

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Narrative prog. Space synths. Star-death beats. Austin/Tel Aviv.

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