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Take a brush,
And show me the meaning,
Of the boundaries locked within lined form.
Panels of pages,
Switching out with vibrant colors,
With strokes of golden hues to enhance.
Show me the meaning,
Of notes disconnected and unaligned,
Forming into a brand new hymn never before sang.
With time signatures unlocked,
And treble cleft to start the measure,
Before you go onward with basses deeper calling.
Aiming angles of living vision,
With a flash of camera's lens sight,
Depth is added to the physical left in memory.
Etching moments in time,
Be it of places, things, or people,
As deaths hands lose right to corrode the visage of the world.
Adding string to sound waves,
With endless boundaries of the styles change,
Swirling like the passing notes of the harp's cords.
Saxophone and phone and trumpet sound,
The brass and woodwind add their power to lost melody,
With the drums beating slowly in time to the four four measure.
Calling out with creation,
To the wonderlands of imagination,
beyond the lines that we proclaim.
Take an art,
And show me meaning,
Of a lack of boundaries and endless possibilities.
And show me the meaning,
Of the boundaries locked within lined form.
Panels of pages,
Switching out with vibrant colors,
With strokes of golden hues to enhance.
Show me the meaning,
Of notes disconnected and unaligned,
Forming into a brand new hymn never before sang.
With time signatures unlocked,
And treble cleft to start the measure,
Before you go onward with basses deeper calling.
Aiming angles of living vision,
With a flash of camera's lens sight,
Depth is added to the physical left in memory.
Etching moments in time,
Be it of places, things, or people,
As deaths hands lose right to corrode the visage of the world.
Adding string to sound waves,
With endless boundaries of the styles change,
Swirling like the passing notes of the harp's cords.
Saxophone and phone and trumpet sound,
The brass and woodwind add their power to lost melody,
With the drums beating slowly in time to the four four measure.
Calling out with creation,
To the wonderlands of imagination,
beyond the lines that we proclaim.
Take an art,
And show me meaning,
Of a lack of boundaries and endless possibilities.
A Long-Time Space Mantis Lost Vinyl
The Lost Mantis Vinyl is firstly a collection of several original fractals that I've created over the years and never released, for a reason or another, and which I have decided to release publicaly. I'll add more on a regular basis.
These artworks are not all esthetic in nature, but may often carry a high level of symbolism and meanings.
You will find here fractals created over 20 years long period, using several fractal softwares.
$14/month
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I love it!!