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Dark dispersions
Freeze flirtations
Mass divergence
Peak resurgence
Who seeks the master cues
Who seeks the banner blues
Upon a shrine, the holy choose
Not in war
And not to lose
But paramount a tune infused
The mask unfolded
Then remolded
A rubbery solvent
Black as coal sent
By the shipment
To a time spent
Long ago
And now I soar
I want it black
Want it heaven sent
A green sea blue
I want to share the devil with you
At the crossroads
What do you do?
Hell, aren’t I playing these God damn blues?
