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Integral
04:24
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I built these walls of broken bone and static isolation.
No sky above. No earth below. No fucking sun.
Fleeting, this moment.
In locking eyes for the first time; a place to call my own.
In shaking hands. Awake at last.
Arise and breathe a life renewed.
Seeking solace, these columns stand.
Castles are born of human hands.
Self-surrounding dream. Integral.
Shadows play, bearing arms.
Failure sings of former flaws.
Looking back, I grow beyond.
Self from self, I broke a bond.
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Mandala
05:02
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From concentric motion comes static construct.
Abstract motive. Common nature.
We become these bones.
An image in motion. Each day a line connects the soul.
An image eternal, each segment divine.
Counting game of thirteen and five. Familiar shapes realign.
Wheels on wheels spin, give birth time.
Ancient action sacred design.
Circle us, great shapes, you chosen few recurrent gods.
Woven through all matter, all thought, as infinite art.
Perceive and grow it's all we know.
Envision. Manifest.
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Extinction
05:20
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Infinite I. Each body, a cell, perceiver.
Reaching out into the void.
Birth unending. Pattern emerge in shape, existing as all.
I turn my gaze within in search of the end.
Spreading thin, my mind distorts as dark seeps in.
To peer beyond the veil of doubt and walk in hand in time
What a journey that would be.
If I can't stand to bare the weight- eternity at standstill.
Eternally at...
Can I?
Thoughts freeze. I cannot let this be.
Untangeld from sense, disconnected, ashamed.
Brahmin mind, knows but can't endure.
These crimson words breed nothing more.
Infinite I. Each day each cell grows colder.
Reaching out to find they're still.
Desperate of mind, through failing words discover this existence undefined.
To peer beyond the veil of doubt and walk in hand with time
What a journey that would be.
If I can't stand to bare the weight- eternity at standstill.
Eternally at home.
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From concentric motion comes static construct.
Abstract motive. Common nature.
We become these bones.
An image in motion. Each day a line connects the soul.
An image eternal, each segment divine.
Counting game of thirteen and five. Familiar shapes realign.
Wheels on wheels spin, give birth time.
Ancient action sacred design.
Circle us, great shapes, you chosen few recurrent gods.
Woven through all matter, all thought, as infinite art.
Perceive and grow it's all we know.
Envision. Manifest.
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Mithya Saint Paul, Minnesota
Soaring, groovy, MN grown metal
Lee Mintz
Maxx Vasek
Michael FritzKapps
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