And a pair of glassy eyes Now peek What lies beyond his ashlar Bare fields Holding its arms straight up Silver disk unreached Crystalline grains spinning Round its feet, reveal Bright but sore Enlightened harm for cure Vision of a fallacy It's gazing at itself It's keeping it bleeding It's keeping on dripping It's keeping it bleeding It's keeping on dripping It's keeping it bleeding It's keeping on dripping It's keeping it bleeding In its delirium Its fallacy Turns out to be real What it sees Across the desert of shards Giant steles And as steps led it to their shaft Doubled shapes staring Curved and ripped specular surface Milion distorted identities Bright but sore Enlightened harm for cure Vision of a fallacy It's gazing at itself It's keeping it bleeding It's keeping on dripping It's keeping it bleeding It's keeping on dripping It's keeping it bleeding It's keeping on dripping It's keeping it bleeding In its delirium Its fallacy Could that be what I was born as? Truly?