wandering through the flashbacks of the universal mind, a bare gram of truth is drifting.
the repetition of the inevitable will take into account all the variables, in a dance of exaltation.
..whose laughter is yours now?
the edge of the gradient of reality, the delicate weaving of the palettes of silence, worlds are woven, ashes are woven, memories are shattered:
lead from,
bas-reliefs
to bas-reliefs ~