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O pulsar, ye weathered beacon,
Take heed of the incoming tide!
Your eyes ricochet off the ocean
And a looking-glass awaits inside.

Weep not at your mane,
Devoid of color it may be!
An image in motion is the purest you'll see.

Your youthful, brilliant rays
Speak not of your gorgeous collapse,
Your wispy, crimson cloak
Says nothing of your wanderer's relapse.

Step not into your portrait!
It's not but a shimmering lie!
Your face is but a mask in the absence of time!

O pulsar, heed your complexion
And the spectrum from which it's comprised,
For within your gruesome core,
You'll wander forever without your light.

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from Wandering Pulsar In The Orbit Of Darkness, released September 22, 2018

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A raging supernova of distortion, clave worship, swing, psychedelia, and whatever musical matter is caught in orbit. All that's certain is groove and danger.

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