Drone and melody placed as two reflective surfaces, facing at the other and toward its making. A feedback you can peer through, just so far, elusively in toward the turtles stacking all the way down. Song moves in stasis, paradox of the singing bowl, concave and unadorned against the detail of its outside, against a splendor of geometry or cursive. The twin of function and texture, as flow continues sine song-ing, dwelling on and on. Unless or until the shell cracks open, await the unhurried structures of D’Incise.
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