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This Year of Ours: The Mystic |color-theme = tm|episodeNumber = 34|episodeFocus = [[Tender Sky]]|pubDate = January 17, 2018|length = 69 min|previousEpisode = "[[This Year of Ours: The Speaker]]"|nextEpisode = "[[This Year of Ours: The Notion]]"|TATT="[http://friendsatthetable.net/twilight-mirage-34-this-year-of-ours-the-mystic Episode Audio]" "[https://drive.google.com/open?id=1DievgnHN1OujJN97CcmuyG0Vm45sMDF9yum2C1nWKg8 Transcript]"}}
This Year of Ours: The Mystic |episode_number = 34|release_date = January 17, 2018|length = 69 min|previous_episode = "[[This Year of Ours: The Speaker]]"|next_episode = "[[This Year of Ours: The Notion]]"|episode_page = http://friendsatthetable.net/twilight-mirage-34-this-year-of-ours-the-mystic   |transcript = https://drive.google.com/open?id=1DievgnHN1OujJN97CcmuyG0Vm45sMDF9yum2C1nWKg8 |color_theme=tm}}


== Background ==
== Episode description==
<blockquote><em>“Thirteenth” by Declan’s Corrective, Co-Governor of Seneschal, former Ace Pilot of the New Earth Hegemony</em>


=== Episode description ===
<poem>Before these clinquant peaks
<blockquote><em>“Thirteenth” by Declan’s Corrective, Co-Governor of Seneschal, former Ace Pilot of the New Earth Hegemony</em><br>
And Quire-fashioned streets
<br>
And shimmering cataract falls
Before these clinquant peaks<br>
Before this was home
And Quire-fashioned streets<br>
Before Seneschal
And shimmering cataract falls<br>
 
Before this was home<br>
There was me
Before Seneschal<br>
 
<br>
Stiff shoulder muscle
There was me<br>
Knotted, bloody, scarred
<br>
And chess table politics
Stiff shoulder muscle<br>
And cricket yard brawls
Knotted, bloody, scarred<br>
And father’s frantic calls
And chess table politics<br>
To lessons he’d swore I’d need
And cricket yard brawls<br>
To seed a future year
And father’s frantic calls<br>
With countless victories
To lessons he’d swore I’d need<br>
 
To seed a future year<br>
Before we walked together gleaming
With countless victories<br>
Before Drifting, my reprise
<br>
Before diarchy and comedy
Before we walked together gleaming<br>
Before Cadent beaming:
Before Drifting, my reprise<br>
Me
Before diarchy and comedy<br>
 
Before Cadent beaming:<br>
Before Notion
Me<br>
Before violence
<br>
Before Vanguard, Apogee
Before Notion<br>
Before Evening
Before violence<br>
Before promise
Before Vanguard, Apogee<br>
Before vision from dark sea
Before Evening<br>
 
Before promise<br>
I walked down courtyards, and looked to spheres
Before vision from dark sea<br>
And whispered treacherous dreams
<br>
To peers who’d disappeared
I walked down courtyards, and looked to spheres<br>
No schemers left to scheme
And whispered treacherous dreams<br>
Just me and castle
To peers who’d disappeared<br>
Just me and hope
No schemers left to scheme<br>
Just me, naive, and mouth of soap
Just me and castle<br>
 
Just me and hope<br>
This is not apology
Just me, naive, and mouth of soap<br>
This is dedication writ in flesh
<br>
No more “fighting spirit”
This is not apology<br>
No more streets, bent
This is dedication writ in flesh<br>
No more “what I really meant”
No more “fighting spirit”<br>
This is Tender wound
No more streets, bent<br>
 
No more “what I really meant”<br>
Me, threshed
This is Tender wound<br>
 
<br>
On a dusted windowsill
Me, threshed<br>
An ant lifts a sugar grain
<br>
Plodding under false sunlight
On a dusted windowsill<br>
Through spotted windowpane
An ant lifts a sugar grain<br>
And on the other side a child
Plodding under false sunlight<br>
Runs through a sprinkler stream
Through spotted windowpane<br>
And screams
And on the other side a child<br>
And laughs
Runs through a sprinkler stream<br>
And worries what’s to be
And screams<br>
 
And laughs<br>
Stiff shoulder muscle
And worries what’s to be<br>
Knotted, bloody, scarred
<br>
A dedication the a world-to-be
Stiff shoulder muscle<br>
To victory
Knotted, bloody, scarred<br>
To fall</poem>
A dedication the a world-to-be<br>
 
To victory<br>
<strong>This week on Twilight Mirage: This Year of Ours: The Mystic</strong>
To fall<br>
 
<br>
<poem><em>Mind over matter is magic
<strong>This week on Twilight Mirage: This Year of Ours: The Mystic</strong><br>
I do magic</em></poem>
<br>
<em>Mind over matter is magic<br>
I do magic</em><br>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>


== Plot summary ==
==Contents==
 
===Plot===
== Cast ==
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* [[Austin Walker]] (GM)
* [[Ali Acampora]] ([[Tender Sky]])
=== Other Appearances ===
== References ==
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== External links ==
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*[[Ali Acampora]] ([[Tender Sky]])
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Latest revision as of 14:48, 10 December 2023

Episode description[edit | edit source]

“Thirteenth” by Declan’s Corrective, Co-Governor of Seneschal, former Ace Pilot of the New Earth Hegemony

Before these clinquant peaks
And Quire-fashioned streets
And shimmering cataract falls
Before this was home
Before Seneschal

There was me

Stiff shoulder muscle
Knotted, bloody, scarred
And chess table politics
And cricket yard brawls
And father’s frantic calls
To lessons he’d swore I’d need
To seed a future year
With countless victories

Before we walked together gleaming
Before Drifting, my reprise
Before diarchy and comedy
Before Cadent beaming:
Me

Before Notion
Before violence
Before Vanguard, Apogee
Before Evening
Before promise
Before vision from dark sea

I walked down courtyards, and looked to spheres
And whispered treacherous dreams
To peers who’d disappeared
No schemers left to scheme
Just me and castle
Just me and hope
Just me, naive, and mouth of soap

This is not apology
This is dedication writ in flesh
No more “fighting spirit”
No more streets, bent
No more “what I really meant”
This is Tender wound

Me, threshed

On a dusted windowsill
An ant lifts a sugar grain
Plodding under false sunlight
Through spotted windowpane
And on the other side a child
Runs through a sprinkler stream
And screams
And laughs
And worries what’s to be

Stiff shoulder muscle
Knotted, bloody, scarred
A dedication the a world-to-be
To victory
To fall

This week on Twilight Mirage: This Year of Ours: The Mystic

Mind over matter is magic
I do magic

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