lyrics
Face pressed to the glass
individuation of dimension
what reflects have rendered
distorts reality slighty
generation the size of microbes
they cultivate like bacteria
guess at anthropic conversation
a floating transformation
gaia seemed so infantile
thought was an illusion
echoes of reactions from other rifts
once was a connection
no its dissoluted
fingers leave an impression
smearing the glass
just as gesture for closure
less physical
less chemical
credits
released July 22, 2012
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