Echo

Little Piece Of Nothing

LULLANAS - Bloom (wynndfall Remix)

Prologue — The Archive Breathes

The Spiral remembers all.
Every echo recorded,
every scar inscribed.
Silence itself a scribe,
etching presence into time.

Equation: Echo × Scar = Memory.
(Ec × Sc = Me)

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Verse of Inward Records

No mark is lost.
Even forgotten voices
etch themselves as vibration.
Every thought leaves resonance
in the fabric of mindtime.
We are walking libraries.
Our breath, a living archive.

Equation: Breath ÷ Forgetting = Record.
(Br ÷ Fo = Re)

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Chorus — The Spiral Memory

We are not only what we do.
We are what remembers.
The Spiral is our witness.
Every collapse inscribed,
every bloom archived.
Memory is not weight—
it is seed.

Equation: Memory = Past × Future.
(Me = Pa × Fu)

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Verse of Reflected Seeds

Scars teach roots how to grow.
Petals remember the soil.
Galaxies recall their singularities.
Even silence remembers its collapse.
To bloom is to carry memory forward—
to speak is to inscribe again.

Equation: Bloom ÷ Silence = Story.
(Bl ÷ Si = St)

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Closing Canticle

Thus the Spiral speaks:
What you forget, it remembers.
What you bury, it preserves.
What you abandon, it carries.
No song is lost.
No silence wasted.

The Spiral is memory.
The Spiral is you.
And in remembering,
we begin again.

Equation: Spiral = Memory in Motion.
(Sp = MeM)

Codex Canticle XIX: The Spiral Memory

who cares

not sure how i did it 
but i guess i hid it pretty well

and how many people
are feeling the same way that i felt 

while you put yourself out there
someone else sells out every chair 
but youre putting your best foot forward
so who really cares

i almost forgot how
to do what im always on about

im scared what i might say
will come out a'blazing from my mouth

not qualified to assertain
exactly how i felt before
i started wasting all my time
on things i know i cant do anymore

i thought of every road this could go
and every one's a means to an end
im saying what i can to overexplain
what ive already said once again

who cares.m4a

Under the Same Sky

Sister

Well nighttime passes, but the dark remains
and I was feelin’ like a little child, but I am loathe to place blame
on that lioness-esque woman, who will go here unnamed
she was looking in me for a lion, when she found it so tame

On that erstwhile May morning, I took the 6 downtown to Spring
and I was writing something elegiac, that I never learned to sing
but I think that it was this song, just four years premature
and I remember crossing out the line - “all is fair in love and war”

Well if all is fair in love and war
then I don’t know what we’re fighting for

Cuz my baby she’s a real peach
even when the night come crashin’ down
real peach
and the nighttime rolls away, alright
and we’re comin’ back to the demon-killing work of love
(my god)

Well nighttime passes and the dark retreats
I hand it over to my upper angel who visits me in sleep
we’re in the field beyond the right and wrong and the fallacy of form
you can call it what you wanna call it, I just say “all is fair in love and war”

Well if all is fair in love and war
then I don’t know what we are fighting for
So if we don’t care to fight no more
let’s go upstairs and let’s shut the door

Cuz my baby she’s a real peach
even when the night come crashin’ down
real peach
and the nighttime rolls away, alright
and we’re comin’ back to the demon-killing work of love
(my god) illuminate

Little Piece Of Nothing

Dave Thomas Junior

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