Music means the world and more,
the threshold where the stone entity is perched
Waiting, watching for what is next,
Machine voice citing the Greek,
Water dripping from the roof
the beat reflected in gravity's natural force
The days to come of which I speak
Holding a still flame in the dark
Clearing the mind for further invention,
Preparation for St. Petersglocke
the science fiction era is not fiction at all,
to you, whom observes as reality unfolds.
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