gri_2003_m_46_b05_f07_009
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Transcribers
- WINNER - 68723584 - sirenderboy
- 69419301 - jesseytucker
- 70714451 - lynnschlos
- 70975718 - Zooniverse2017
- 71036284 - glt
- 71421589 - not-logged-in-55eb0e1b1521eef2bf55
WINNER - 68723584 - sirenderboy
ix.Fortune's wheel revolves
In non-Euclidean space:
Thus we survive the fall,
There being no descent
Ancient graces of separation
Are praised by the spheres' libretto
But, contrary artists,
I am deaf to un-earthly music!
Love is non-Euclidean space
With its timeless parallels
And lovers' sequent meetings
In memory's space-time.
X
Spare me this fatigue,
Release my memory,
Return and occupy,
The present's half-filled bed.
Alas you make me scholar
of empires in the past
with rise with your arrival
To fall when you depart.
Make me again a lover,
Posing for emblem books,
Devising loyal masques,
For another future to research.
November mcml
69419301 - jesseytucker
ixFortune's wheel revolves
In non-Euclidean space:
Thus we survive the fall,
There being no descent.
Ancient graves of separation
Are praised by the spheres' libretto,
But, contrary artists,
I am deaf to un-earthly music!
Love is non-Euclidean space
With its timeless parallels
And lovers' sequent meetings
In memory's space-time.
X
Spare me this fatigue,
Release my memory,
Return and occupy,
The present's half-filled bed.
Alas you make me scholar
Of empires in the past
with rise with your arrival
To fall when you depart.
Make me again a lover,
Posing for emblem books,
Devising loyal masques,
For another future to research.
November mcml
70714451 - lynnschlos
ixFortune's wheel revolves
In non-Euclidean space:
There being no descent.
Ancient graces of separation
Are praised by the spheres' libretto,
But, contrary artists,
I am deaf to un-earthly music!
Love is non-Euclidean space
With its timeless parallels
And lovers' sequent meetings
In memory's space-time.
X
Spare me this fatigue,
Release my memory,
Return and occupy,
The present's half-filled bed.
Alas you make me scholar
Of empires in the past
with rises with your arrival
To fall when you depart.
Make me again a lover,
Posing for emblem books,
Devising loyal masques,
For another future to research.
November mcml
70975718 - Zooniverse2017
ixFortune's wheel revolves
In non-Euclidean space:
Thus we survive the fall,
There being no descent.
Ancient graces of separation
Are praised by the spheres' libretto,
But, contrary artists,
I am deaf to un-earthly music!
Love is non-Euclidean space
With its timeless parallels
And lovers' sequent meetings
In memory's space-time.
X
Spare me this fatigue,
Release my memory,
Return and occupy,
The present's half-filled bed.
Alas you make me scholar
Of empires in the past
with rise with your arrival
To fall when you depart.
Make me again a lover,
Posing for emblem books,
Devising loyal masques,
For another future to research.
November mcml
71036284 - glt
ix.Fortune's wheel revolves
In non-Euclidean space:
Thus we survive the fall,
There being no descent.
Ancient graces of separation
Are praised by the spheres' libretto,
But, contrary artists,
I am deaf to un-earthly music!
Love is non-Euclidean space
With its timeless parallels
And lovers' sequent meetings
In memory's space-time.
X
Spare me this fatigue,
Release my memory,
Return and occupy,
The present's half-filled bed.
Alas you make me scholar
Of empires in the past
with rise with you arrival
To fall when you depart.
Make me again a lover,
Posing for emblem books,
Devising loyal masques,
For another future to research.
November mcml
71421589 - not-logged-in-55eb0e1b1521eef2bf55
ix.Fortune's wheel revolves
In non-Euclidean space:
Thus we survive the fall,
There being no descent.
Ancient graces of separation
Are praised by the spheres' libretto,
But, contrary artists,
I am deaf to un-earthly music!
Love is non-Euclidean space
With its timeless parallels
And lovers' sequence meetings
In memory's space-time.
X
Spare me this fatigue,
Release my memory,
Return and occupy,
The present's half-filled bed.
Alas you make me scholar
Of empires in the past with the rise with your arrival
To fall when you depart.
Make me again a lover,
Posing for emblem books,
Devising loyal masques,
For another future to research.
November momi