Prostrate we fall before the grand transfiguration Senses dull into a kaleidoscopic labyrinth Into a trancelike state we rise before the eidolon Self-permutation into the purest divine Observing creation through multitudinous eyes Creating a sphere of concentrated perception Witnessing time as it crumbles into dust Impulsively formed into structures anew The incessant void rests in open palms A canvas on which to create and destroy Catalyzing time and space as energy The hands clasp the shards of nothingness Constructing the pillars of life Sculpted with fragments of time Written on parchments of sky Revealing the poetry of the gods Between congruent representations of time Exists a gap of complex irreverent forms An anarchy of the body and the senses Lying between the absurd and the sublime A disregard for the logic of the sentient Action defined by the absence of provocation Defining the will of those within its confines Through the decomposition of purpose and desire A pure creation Lucid and unfettered Bearing the aether wind Lifted into glorious Chaos The splendor beheld here has no end The splendor beheld here has no end The splendor beheld here has no end The splendor beheld here has no end