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Plucking Synth Song.

"Bridge of Tongues

Only after Babel the fire
That can heal words gone hard
And dry from waters stilled

To much said that brittle breaks
And leaves empty not the right
Kind of empty

Pour the water and hear
Whites shaking--
The fluid gurgle
That touched, poisons
Ascender dream

Away from Babeled thought
Over 'Other' as bridge
To new references
Where word is light for dance
From showers of the golden
Dove-tongued music
Descending

Not a place to build
The bridge will not conspire--
Draws its structure from water"

--Ovid Neal III, The Dirge of the Thin Air Dancers (1992)

monogrid 4f -> audio test 2.

"I've seen things on http://archive.org you people wouldn't believe... cyberpunk zines from Bologna, Peruvian indigenismo poetry journals, Japanese language strategy guides for cursed RPGS, recordings of Nestor Perlongher and Cuban pirate radio, haunted Robert Fludd manuscripts from the 17th century... All these files will rot away in folders I will never look at again in my Google Drive, like tears in rain..." --@thomasmurphy_

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