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