Weeping willow, weary swivel

From a crystal palace the mind befalls

And spirals down an everlasting trail

Running through endless corridors

A mirror maze, an endless gaze

Far-seer clouded by the haze

Labyrinth infinity

I'm lost in this rhizome

Come to light

Mobius

I am the preacher with words no one can hear

I am the danger with thoughts that no one can bare

The Paraclete with a mouth sewed shut

The eschaton chained on Caucasus

A stone resonates a beating drum

VITRIOLUM

Up becomes down and down is up

And dawn erupts

I see a river flowing

Blackening

A beaming ocean soaring high

The waves intensify

As I reach up I'm reaching down

Bringing forth a will below

Pushing beyond the words of reason

And causing strength above to grow

Drifting in the night's Plutonian shore

My reality shaken at its very core

And no one left to implore

Face the shadow you ignored

Your calcined remains

Have become gaunt from days of yore

Let your body expurgate

Your writhing soul

One day all will be left will be the ruins

Of a Babylonian throne

Come to light

Mobius

As I reach up I'm reaching down

Bringing forth a will below

Pushing beyond the words of reason

And causing strength above to grow