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Ego Twin [DOMS - ACT: 2 Song: 4]

[VERSE – ASHIMASI – Female Mezzo-Soprano, uncertain and searching] No trick of the light here? No echo from the cave? Dew-drink delusion, of mind gone to fray? [VERSE – MASIASHI – Male Baritone, calm and curious with warmth] Yes, I see just the same here, Yes, I hear you quite clear... Masiashi my name is! You're not what I had thought, still something, somebody else, appears... [VERSE – ASHIMASI – Female Mezzo-Soprano, spiraling, lyrical vulnerability] Not really my brother, Still almost my twin, seeming self likeness, cast back Lyg-mirror kin Ashimasi my name is, where to begin?... [BRIDGE – MASIASHI – Male Baritone, smooth and reflective with dreamlike cadence] Who's dream am I entering? — could be yours or my own? Not shadow not sister, who fell so soon ago. Pointed this doubt-thing, what dwells in the head? My eyes by just seeing seduced by was-then. Even so... [VERSE – ASHIMASI – Female Mezzo-Soprano, haunted tone with rising tension] You, whoever is, now before me, Loss too, deluded my wishing, heard you and saw you, suits grief buried sense, Convolute witness to hope-full pretense. In this light, I catch you? If only by dew-sight? A form as much like my own— More than it can have any right... [VERSE – MASIASHI – Male Baritone, wistful but grounded delivery] Still your mask is more like hers, Sister I knew, And mine own resembles your brother's to you? By whatever strange means-then, we convene to the fact, two now do seem, who was once one then, ahead, together, we share the same truth... [VERSE – ASHIMASI – Female Mezzo-Soprano, wary, edged with frustration and challenge] You well guess the vision, result of weird fission, results in us now, standing together, where just one had fell down Masculine parody of what seems so myself? Mashiasi? Tell to me truly, what more do you know? of that fate what entwines us, and way fore us now?... [VERSE – MASIASHI – Male Baritone, energized conviction with poetic cadence] Ashimasi? As yet, I am too suspect, of what be our cause, Though evident paradox, won't work to halt nor to pause, That reason we came here, what to lift up our names, reclaim from the wreck then, hush out ald familial shame, and there-by doing build up what remains, so new shoots and branches might, not, never weather the same. [VERSE – ASHIMASI – Female Mezzo-Soprano, faltering, emotionally saturated] Imbued with such strange-sense, this Dew altered phrein Do we still even now cling to, burdens ledger, genetic infame? of others who threw us unasking, down arcing generations' bind lane? [VERSE – MASIASHI – Male Baritone, gentle overlap with supportive tone] Twin-kind advention... You speak strongly as might. The weight does feel lighter, even if only ever so slight. Perhaps the arc has here ended, and here a moment of rest? Might we entertain visions of self's reinvent? [REFRAIN – TOGETHER – Female Mezzo-Soprano & Male Baritone in layered harmony, swelling and cathartic] Our line fell all at once there, from first to the last. Till crashing we splintered, unraveled, unfast. Fell-found elixir, imbibed then the drink. Kindled from cinders, resurging twin flames, who at once recognize selves, divorced of shame's chain. [CODA – Whispered Echo, either voice or harmonized; dreamlike and soft with fading instrumentation] (Instrumental: bone flute, oud, ambient insect trills) [Interlude] [VERSE – ASHIMASI – Female Mezzo-Soprano, faltering, emotionally saturated] Imbued with such strange-sense, this Dew altered phrein Do we still even now cling to, burdens ledger, genetic infame? of others who threw us unasking, down arcing generations' bind lane? [VERSE – MASIASHI – Male Baritone, gentle overlap with supportive tone] Twin-kind advention... You speak strongly as might. The weight does feel lighter, even if only ever so slight. Perhaps the arc has here ended, and here a moment of rest? Might we entertain visions of self's reinvent? [REFRAIN – TOGETHER – Female Mezzo-Soprano & Male Baritone in layered harmony, swelling and cathartic] Our line fell all at once there, from first to the last. Till crashing we splintered, unraveled, unfast. Fell-found elixir, imbibed then the drink. Kindled from cinders, resurging twin flames, who at once recognize selves, divorced of shame's chain. [CODA – Whispered Echo, either voice or harmonized; dreamlike and soft with fading instrumentation] (Instrumental: bone flute, oud, ambient insect trills) [REFRAIN – TOGETHER – Female Mezzo-Soprano & Male Baritone in layered harmony, swelling and cathartic] Our line fell all at once there, from first to the last. Till crashing we splintered, unraveled, unfast. Fell-found elixir, imbibed then the drink. Kindled from cinders, resurging twin flames, who at once recognize selves, divorced of shame's chain. [CODA – Whispered Echo, either voice or harmonized; dreamlike and soft with fading instrumentation] (Instrumental: bone flute, oud, ambient insect trills)