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update, February 1st, 2026

Dear friends and followers of clongclongmoo. It's great to have you here. As you may have noticed, the site has changed a bit. Some people wanted to be able to access the music with fewer clicks. That should work again now. Here's a quick note to everyone who uses relatively new platforms such as Mirlo, Faircamp, or Coop: feel free to use the submit form to draw attention to your new music. I'd especially appreciate hearing from anyone who runs a netlabel with free Creative Commons music. Thank you! Konrad from clongclongmoo

Wings of an Angel – The Empty Bible Of The Psychonaughty Psychonaught

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Wings of an Angel

“The Empty Bible Of The Psychonaughty Psychonaught”

– This is a poem for the ambient musician “Wings of an Angel” –
Diving into the depths of the cold black sea,
the submerged depths of human psyche,
the psychonaut fearlessly plumbs the depths,
seeking the entire breadth and depth of human experience.
He seeks to face the darkness to bring out the light,
to float fearlessly into the inky night of his own soul,
to let the light shine through,
illuminating the vagaries of human expression,
as with ambient waves of musical majesty,
he sends forth a mystic echo location to find the divinity within.
This brave psychonaut,
he faces those possibilities,
knowing of the possibility that when one plunges into the depths,
they may never return,
but he knows he that he will,
if not because he feels the urgency to illuminate The World with obsidian ambient light,
spreading that light forth like the wings of an angel about to take flight.
Let us thank the psychonaut for doing what most of us dare not do,
for most are too frightened to plunge those icy depths for fear of spiritual death,
alas,
I feel as if I am a psychonaut too;
and I feel thankful for that,
for there are those that must plunge into the depths of the darkness
…to remind us that we are the light.
Copyright © 2014 Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour aka Robert Matejko
You can find Robby at:
robbybabydarkpoet.wix.com/poetry
posted 15 November 2014