The Earth's core is pulsating in a dull trance My body has sunk its veins deep into the ground I am the measure of a world that converges on death Fleshless being drifting at the whim of tides Reflection stays but the virtuality of a parallel mosaic As heavens would face the netherworld The matrix that crosses every artifact of our constellation Eel of precedence-to-be wriggling within the seabed's cracks That bends at the echoes of beats of existence Torus of desire under the will of the atmosphere Concentric spirals of choking incarnation Reflection stays but the virtuality of a parallel mosaic As heavens would face the netherworld The matrix that crosses every artifact of our constellation Orbital furrows of a fractal space deformed Ballet of void revolving in insane arabesques Caught into the labile tangents of a bubble-world With the porous membrane of a blurred screen Janus' silent supplications My universe is naught but the paradox of an eternal return Reflection stays but the virtuality of a parallel mosaic As heavens would face the netherworld The matrix that crosses every artifact of our constellation And yet virtuality brings more than an ethereal moth's fantasy The being of radical otherness Madness is the masterpiece of humankind