Interpretations by Greg Baysans





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Combat


(Guerre)




A baby, fixed clouds informed my brain; a whole cast of characters shaped my countenance. Spirits, invoked. -- And now, the eternal echoes of this moment and the infinity of mathematics spin me across the planet and land me the role of community leader, earning the respect of strange children and huge goodwill. -- I visualize a Combat, the right or the mighty, the logic of how whatever happens is for the best.

 It's a vague, familiar snatch of song. 





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