In the gut of silence, hidden murmurs turn,

slime-born networks pulse through secret clay.

Life inosculates where no eyes discern,

thought grows in shadows, mapping its way.

Hands adjust the magnets’ unseen call,

currents align in fields we cannot see.

A pulse of order, calibrated small,

bridges the gap from matter to memory.

Beyond, stars bend their liquid lens,

light bends across parallax unknown.

Worlds breathe in colors that transcend

what minds can hold or science show.

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“Along 8 mile at the edge of Detroit lies the city of Ferndale, Michigan. Here, the home studio of Polyimide (Derek Fouts) has seen an artistic evolution woven through a space that intends to guide the producer to his clearest vision. The guise of past aliases, inspirations, and writing methods shred apart and give way to a new pulse that intends on exploring a space somewhere between contemporary techno and contemplative listening. Polyimide operates on that the belief that inspiration is a true gift, one that must be paid forward with creative output so as to keep the collective spirit of creation ever cycling.”

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Artwork by Rolphëus Gheo

Analog mastering by Mental Phantasm