Silver shards throw themselves wildly through the air,
The quality of a bathroom, crisp.
Clean-cut surgical blades of sound,
Bury without haste, or recognition,
Through many layers previously strengthened.
Author notes
I only ever got through 1 stanza in this one. Unfinished.
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Well this one definitely has a good stating point. Reminds me of a Porcupine Tree essence, great psychedelic progressive rock band.
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