Frequencynic - The Provenance

An immediate horizon approached straight ahead

Did we also lower us to the point of explanations?

She came, simultaneously melting into a frequency, voluptuous

A comfort disappearing as quick as me, away from anew light

A circle in which I am dying

An exit, a solution to a crossword of people

Who if they knew, their screams would fall onto deaf ears

Just the same would scream at the pain

A nuanced shade in a black and white picture

Witch has been deprived of its greyscales

A painful annoying laughter at existence

Slides down my spine and devours all but the end

A permanent background noise, fairly strong

Disturbed us from outside

Frequencynic gave in and left soundward

The greyscale returned

This circle in which I am dying

This exit, this solution to a crossword of people

Who if they knew, their screams would fall onto deaf ears

Just the same would scream at the pain

We are the source of complexity in being

Composers of reality, multiple and none

Observers of the future, present and past

Prepare to encounter with your provenance