Wide open desert, the sun setting on your covered head
we go behind the speaker with her, and inside we three are led
take my hand, I will take you through your life again (the power of this place)
don't be scared, take it off his face
and he can share with us a life's trace
With his eyes now uncovered
Open for a tad
The room was quickly filled with fragments from his life
She explained to her daughters
How to see the difference between his version and the room they knew
So they could judge his fate
"The distance reveals this space, and many others
From his life and from our own"
"Each surface layered with unspoken stories"
The truth of these speakers
Is the relationship between
I hear, you see, he thinks
We all feel in lines
One point, another, and every in between
A web of fibers colored like our lives
..-.-.-------.-------...-
They did not see any difference
And they did not understand
All his stories felt like reality
And they covered his head
(Percussion loop, speeding up and slowing down, many little notes in between, arriving at the slow 2&4 steady macro pulse, but very irregular micro texture)
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