Gyroscape Suite

Clockwork

These are our hands
Counting grains of sand
Splitting infinity into bits
Which we can understand

And here are the gears
Where the cycle appears
Eternally returning
Hours to months and years

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E=MC^2

We spring from the oil of the ocean
Strings gifted with strange locomotion
Waving our dirty laundry in the air
In case anyone really cares
Measuring success by the shadows we cast
Seeding the future and grading the past
Preparing for what no one’s ever prepared
Energy equals mind times consciousness squared

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Set of Jewels

Sapphire locket wrapped on a spire
Flames licking out at the edge of fire
Insane indeed, but only north by northwest
It can be predicted but never guessed

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The Source

I sing yesterday’s refrains
As I dream tomorrow’s tunes
Scrying my soul
Like a scattered plate of runes
Seeking new ways to praise
The beauty of the moon
Sliver of silver painted by night
Carved and filled in endless phase
Content to share the light
From the Source’s glorious rays

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Karma Wheel

There are many rides in this carnival
Roller coasters in perpetual festival
Dark houses haunted by greed and guilt
Parades of giant rulers stalking on stilts
Dunk tanks where someone soaks when you win
Pirate planks where you walk off your sin
And halls of mirrors where you talk to your twin

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Manifest Station

Did you ever stop to wonder
Who scattered this trail of silver?
And crafted rafts to save
Some unknown child of the river?
We knew you’d one day crest this wave
A dreamer and a giver
This stream is bubbling with treasures
Only visible to the brave
Who trust us to deliver

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Too Close To Call

This is where the elements combine
Where the green sheen
Meets the sunshine
Where energy greets
Matter’s fine line

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Key of Now

There is language which is spoken
Giving breath to gasping thoughts
Sent on rafts of air as tokens
To return what time has taught

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Simplicity

There is nothing quite as sweet
As the beauty of a breath
Nor sour as our common defeat
The final gasp of ashen death

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  • Rhapsody in Retrograde

  • Syndicate