Mantras drift through sonic sculptures
twisting close to the shimmer
of harmonies, merge
with endlessly stretched silences,
sail past geological tones, laval
creaks and spiralling darkness suffused
with a sense of brooding. Soundscapes
abandon the melody
matrix. Eliptical orbits
of rhythm transcend.
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