Asymptote

knowing less than ever

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an orig. poem/lyrics

[0:00]
image,
a limit
beyond
my belief

yet, it is

[0:26]
this stone I kick
blindly complaining id kid
the mess I bring
more than kings

[0:42]
steps unfold
giving me
stone on stone
falling
away in no time

[0:54]
knowing
less than
ever
I am

visage
listen
image
it stands

continu’m

[1:15]
image,
a limit
beyond
what sin is

still

[1:30]
this stone I kick
blindly complaining id kid
this mess I bring to each next I’m next thinking

[1:47]
life unfolds
and I slip
everything
falling
inside me in time — but why?

[2:01]
know not
a thing
and yet
I think

visage
fallen
have I
been damn’d (to)
— run ahead?

(instrumental bridge)

[2:50]
asymptote end,
image guard’ian,
am I
Time’s sand
a Good
or Bad?

(solo)

future
image
line’age
living

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arisbe, a guess at the riddle
The Sphinx

Dilettante—Math, Peirce, Anomaly, Emergence, Poetry. — “𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕒 𝕣𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕖𝕟 || 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟’𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣”