Transcending from the everyday routines of our mortality, from blue to blue

[Tuesday 11th December 2018]


Pretty much sums it up. Hope. The darkest of angels. Futility.

[Love Tei Shi's voice in this, know nothing about her but shall find out more. [[Late middle section is a bit limp, but picks up...]]]

[Quote is the opening of the poem 'Transblucency' by Douglas Dunn from the collection titled 'Elegies']

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