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Gong
No longer for ears...: sound which, like a deeper ear, hears us, who only seem to be hearing. Reversal of spaces. Projection of innermost worlds into the Open..., temple before their birth, solution saturated with gods that are almost insoluble...: Gong!
Sum of all silence, which acknowledges itself to itself, thunderous turning-within of what is struck dumb in itself, duration pressed from time passing, star re-liquefied...: Gong!
You whom one never forgets, who gave birth to herself in loss, festival no longer grasped, wine on invisible lips, storm in the pillar that upholds, wanderer's plunge on the path, our treason, to everything...: Gong!
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