the silent fear of failure
one does not want to hear
clouded out by the crafty mind
yet like a jabbing pain,
it is all clear.
reality is blatant.
pale existence.
beads of water.
on my cheeks.
a blessing,
a kiss from the sky.
salvation is near.
betrayal.
shattered hopes.
a broken spell,
reality surfaces.
the thread of hope is fear.
Inside Danny L Harle’s Cerulean dreamscape
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From North Sea forts to spaceships built in churches, new album Cerulean
sees the electronic musician exploring isolation through sculptural sets,
solitary...
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