Resonance by Borknagar
Thunderous events below the atmosphere.
Hibernate within my fissures.
Mind has compressed what it lent from the ear.
Like a diamond that sings of external pressure.
But this zenith is chased by a curse.
That time seems cruel to our memory.
Expressive bow strokes in the bodily universe.
Soon fade into a monotonous symphony.
Like solar flares that reach our plexus.
Through the cloud chamber's web.
So we learnt to forget about essentiality.
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