103: Before The Invention Of Song
We Sat Motionless
In
A Sea
Of
Thick Water
No
Flavor
Just
A
Viscous Void
Disabling Disasters
One
Disembodied Phrase
After another
Endless
Breathing
Sounding
Like Waves
Begging For interruption
Some ship
Or
Independent Vessel
To deposit
This
Perpetual
Abyss
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