Typecast by DyfeddBardd

Typecast
(The idea of this piece hints upon ‘self-fulfilling prophecy’,
And the idea of singularity)

You think, you think
Yet tis over to blink
Flicker through speech
You think, you think
An eyelid blink, an eyelid blink
You think, you blink.

The vanishing point’s eye,
Narrow in its sight
To lead down a corridor, to apply

A method of Vermeer to appear
To build up the painting’s structure
To vanish into a strict call, you hear

Where does the vast ocean –
Give sight to this? Perhaps,
Mystery on the horizon to appear

You think, you think
Yet tis over to blink
Flicker through speech
You think, you think
An eyelid blink, an eyelid blink
You think, you blink.

Upon the ocean, the moonlight cast
Waves as if, the free flows of rococo
They smash the hard strict line fast.

Upon the crow’s nest,
Fate’s narrow sight, where it is thought
A view from the telescope is best

Pins down an island on the horizon.
No need to vanish in its
Structural form, only to arrive.

You think, you think
Yet tis over to blink
Flicker through speech
You think, you think
An eyelid blink, an eyelid blink
You think, you blink.

I am but a dreamer, my music, sounds and words try to portray a journey, a dreamscape, a musicscape.

I am influenced by 'Future Sound of London'

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