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Prelude The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world And it’s the time and day to celebrate and cherish the hand in it all Woman, what are you, and this is the question of all questions Yet it’s the answer to all answers to which we have no plausible clue And all that remains [...]

THE MIRROR HOLDS SWAY… SCENE ONE: TURN OF THE HOURGLASS… A CHANGE OF SEASONS (SPRING) I’m sinking like a stone, my voice drowns me, falling into darkness I’m holding back, my ship will run aground The questions scream themselves into existence (tearing me from seam to seam), and I am oblivion itself Who am I? [...]