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[Private to Sephiroth]
[Genesis pauses, ponders for a moment. It is nearly midnight. He considers reciting LOVELESS, the verses that were so familiar to him to break the silence, but he knows that Sephiroth wouldn't take kindly to any mention of the Goddess. LOVELESS was her epic. Sephiroth would only rebuke it. His fingers leaf idly through a book he recently borrowed-- something by a man named "Eliot"-- before they fall on a page. He considers the text for a moment, bright blue eyes glossing over the words, and then he begins to speak:]
Twelve o'clock
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions.
Every street-lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
[His voice is measured, calm-- with a hint of melody to it. It was always like this. It was always how he spoke. And then he would wait-- would he reply?]
[Genesis pauses, ponders for a moment. It is nearly midnight. He considers reciting LOVELESS, the verses that were so familiar to him to break the silence, but he knows that Sephiroth wouldn't take kindly to any mention of the Goddess. LOVELESS was her epic. Sephiroth would only rebuke it. His fingers leaf idly through a book he recently borrowed-- something by a man named "Eliot"-- before they fall on a page. He considers the text for a moment, bright blue eyes glossing over the words, and then he begins to speak:]
Twelve o'clock
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions.
Every street-lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
[His voice is measured, calm-- with a hint of melody to it. It was always like this. It was always how he spoke. And then he would wait-- would he reply?]