Harmonic shifting, echoes ignite
Phantoms, harassment, bending to light
I am dissolving but something remains
What if my song is all that sustains
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Fraps ripple outwards
The void hums in turn
Fragments of frequencies yearning to learn
If matter collapses but harmony stays
Then what was existence? just something we played?
If reality was a song then what was the melody?
Die