Clouding the towers above Towering above clouded eyes A circle of words, worming around oblivion It preserves light, it engulfs fears Absorbing all shades, blinding the beholder Yet no hand reaches for the sky No sight colors the ashes Scattered under layers of dust, An excess of flesh pollutes the creed As the fables of times immemorial pile We see no end to the scribe's endeavor A senseless lore shall be the death of the absurd man Devoid of devices but a deviant mill Through which no river flows Leaking with flies The tower grows With obtuse minds and comforting shelters The fog does not obstruct It balms the wandering of lost souls And below lie plebeians quenched with diversions Never to notice the might Never to mourn the confusion Never to notice the might A flock of precepts Swarming in front of fools Their timeless truths Boiling to exhaustion Bathing in doctrine Sunned to certainty Even the fool may question the meaning Of blurred wisdom Axioms rotting in jewel coffins Once enlightened by pristine purity A burden to decipher An ennui to cherish But look through the ivory Don't you see this shapeshifting temple? With heights evermore tragic Is the distance concealing you beneath?