Beneath the pulse of an unearthly tide,
where gales of ghostly marionettes collide,
the key to oblivion is woven in the dissonance.
It lies in the static, a rise from the brick tomb.
Navigate empty archaic chambers,
where wool masks smother the lantern's embrace.
In this world lost to trembling echoes,
harmonies unravel, revealing their flawed myths.
Clumsy Harmonies
Perplexity lies veiled in the antiphonic vase,
glass frangible against time's slow tongue.
Repose of the Concerto
An album of blurred symphonies,
incomplete yet exceeding their prophetic rest.