We trust tea leaves and arrows

To guide the way

Under starless skies

We chart the course

Through these

Altered states

Bound for glory

Born on the path to misery

Constantly questioning

We begrudge

The gift of lucidity

Empty as a velvet glove

Without the iron fist

Fragmented visions

Give rise

Astral projections

Frozen in time

Conjure patterns

On the cusp of completion

With each step we stray

Furthеr from the light

As the trail branches

Wе press on with no end in sight

Pyramids reduced to cinders

Arrange my bones into hexagrams

Equal parts past and present

The future sits on the tip of your tongue

Waiting to be sung

Into existence

The end will be justified

When we manifest our destiny

Dawn the gown of stinging nettle

Accept the crown of tangled antlers

Take up the reins of the one-wheeled chariot

The hanged man’s feet trace figure eights

Spellbound and gagged

Hair stands on end

Warble and writhe

Swallowed by the sun

One thousand points of light

All merge into one

Look on your work and despair