https://seanlenox.bandcamp.com/album/zeugma
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Take in the air as the master prepares
Gauging the scene
He beckons, I follow, I press with my eye
See through his sight
Sun rays and airwaves converge for me now
Don't call me a chemist - I just turn this light into art
In pitch darkness my hands cut and fold
Scenes so warm with the fluid cold
Presiding over my brew, ingredients measured with care
the air disquieted
Science and progress converge for me now
Don't call me a chemist - I just turn this light into art
The master is pleased as the water recedes
Don't call me a chemist, but call me an artist
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