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Stephen's recording of Until Another Time
There is a sort of vacuum or void in the spaces he still inhabits.
Genius of that quality never really disappears, it simply transmutes into another state of being.
Why is his ghost so persistent in clinging to the remnants and frames of a universe bygone once inhabited by the both of us and all that appeared to exist within the constantly shifting context of time and it's uncertain weather patterns.
Now all is a constant now.
Nothing shifts pattern anymore
The Light is a constant exposure of wrong and past
The Darkness a thing to be addressed and redressed as much as possible
Pray for Grace for us each Stephen and I
Our protracted adolescenses played out on different paths after the first initial years of chemically fuelled inspiration and mania.
One joined the battle of fray and world, (did I ever really)
The other remained loyal to the cause of true oblivion, the call and lure of his Art
(The evidence mostly points in those directions and categories)
One day I was informed that Stephen had passed away. He was relatively young.
Burning talent and destructive habits had eventually extracted the price and toll of creation.
Farewell for now Stephen.
"Until Another Time"
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2025-11-03 at 15:55
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Stephen's recording of Until Another Time
Until Another Time
Stephen is gone now missing in action, has been for years.There is a sort of vacuum or void in the spaces he still inhabits.
Genius of that quality never really disappears, it simply transmutes into another state of being.
Why is his ghost so persistent in clinging to the remnants and frames of a universe bygone once inhabited by the both of us and all that appeared to exist within the constantly shifting context of time and it's uncertain weather patterns.
Now all is a constant now.
Nothing shifts pattern anymore
The Light is a constant exposure of wrong and past
The Darkness a thing to be addressed and redressed as much as possible
Pray for Grace for us each Stephen and I
Our protracted adolescenses played out on different paths after the first initial years of chemically fuelled inspiration and mania.
One joined the battle of fray and world, (did I ever really)
The other remained loyal to the cause of true oblivion, the call and lure of his Art
(The evidence mostly points in those directions and categories)
One day I was informed that Stephen had passed away. He was relatively young.
Burning talent and destructive habits had eventually extracted the price and toll of creation.
Farewell for now Stephen.
"Until Another Time"
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 1 time
Written on 2025-11-03 at 15:55
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