I stare at these hands with greed-ravaged skin Tantalus rests amongst the wisdom of his torment Like the strange citizens of a world that pushed us away We own nothing but every word that slaved us But the suffering of a proceeding embodiment Volcanoes of light We breed in expectations Madness of equity A subtle teleology I once dreamt the turmoil of a somber mouth Altering its sources into an autopoietic destiny Volcanoes of light We breed in expectations Madness of equity A subtle teleology What's the purpose of purposes When falls of the earth are meant to be? What's the meaning of all meanings If the being's only fulfilled in death? From the original abiogenetic misery To the ocean carousel of timeless suns There is nothing but accursed winds To echo those ephemeral muffled laments