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There's few musicians I replay more than Frank Ocean. His melodies not only transport, but immerse. It's either a comfort or a curse to be trapped in the cycles of love and loss, to be trapped in never-ending summer. Or to flip over what could have been, only to flip it back, and then over once more. The repetition provides a comfort, and it can be a source of agitation.

In "Seigfried", Frank Ocean is orbiting, going around in circles contemplating whether to land somewhere, or to simply drift off. Then he has this moment:

Dreaming a thought that could dream about a thought
That could think of the dreamer that thought
That could think of dreaming and getting a glimmer of God
I be dreaming a dream in a thought
That could dream about a thought
That could think of dreaming a dream
Where I cannot, where I cannot

It's almost like he's recalling a dream right after waking up, making sure to blurt out the details before it floats off into a dreamy haze. I started hearing the repetition in words and rhymes, the cycles of reminiscing or ruminating, of recollecting or reburying. Then, I mapped the cycles.