Onward Procession II. The Soil Calls
de Minsk
Can we transgress that sacred melody, that once lulled single selves into solidity?
Can we dance and dismiss right-eousness joyously, and wander and err and proceed aimlessly?
There's no king of the mountain for it's crumbled you see.
And no one ascends to the top of the heap, for the logic of mastery has failed miserably.
Let us now wander, lose (our)selves as we dance.
We'll light a pyre for reality and all things dead, perchance.
As children we'll surface ripped lose from these millstones, and mourn as we celebrate, wander, and dance.
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Almitra's Premonition
With Echoes In The Movement of Stone
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Champertous
Fly
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Conjunction
The Crash and the Draw
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Embers
The Ritual Fires of Abandonment
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Onward Procession I. These Longest of Days
The Crash and the Draw
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Onward Procession III. The Blue Hour
The Crash and the Draw
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Onward Procession IV. Return, The Heir
The Crash and the Draw
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The Orphans of Piety
The Ritual Fires of Abandonment
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The Way Is Through
The Crash and the Draw
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To the Garish Remembrance of Failure
The Crash and the Draw
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To the Initiate
The Crash and the Draw
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To You There Is No End
The Crash and the Draw
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When the Walls Fell
The Crash and the Draw
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Wisp Of Tow
Out Of A Center Which Is Neither Dead Nor Alive
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Within and Without
The Crash and the Draw
