.

madness comes to the mind

as cold comes to the limbs

in sweet smiles and old stars

like shivers after dark

.

oh row, oh row, and row

to crest atop the wave

where only dawn has trode

and glimpse at what is theirs

.

welcome to an abode

of grandiose empty white

here muddy Melopée

retraces silent steps

.

corridor upon corridor

of elegant thresholds

perhaps tis in repeat

that we shall find the new

.

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ice ice maybe

none wrong go

ambiance (written listening on repeat)