Sunset at the Rise of Sound

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Steady rhythme. Erratic beats. Interupting themselves. Colors flowing like water.

Let me drown in them, bathe in their shades of light. Lungs full of them.

Pinks and oranges and purples and yellows, layered overtop of greens and blues and hues.

Dots flickering (creating 5x5, 7x7, 12x12 squares), circles piling, in discrepant euphony. Short smears of gold. All playing behind eyelids and ears.

Interjections of tones, incorporation of libretto, in perfect modulation. Resounding timbre. Inflections in flecks and flakes.

Eclectic embodiment.

Diapason.

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