Emptiness encircles as I glide listlessly into the void. The blinding luminosity of the cosmogenial womb, a faded glow in the distance. Drowning in the waters of desolation, I await the cycle's completion. From the depths of the abyss, I hear faint whispers of life.
Out of the darkness emerge distant spheres of white light. Innumerable lifeless eyes transfixed on the immeasurable, the unmanifest; truth beyond the fleshy paroxysms of lesser beasts, of formless consciousness unburdened by time.
Elusive migrator, trans-dimensional arbiter of time. Oh merciless colossus, consume me! Shield me from the blinding luminosity of my birth and bring forth the great silence.
Such peculiar creatures have taken form. Transient and impudent; an insatiable lust for unmerited privilege matched by the blind exaltation of cynosures claiming prophetic divination; deifying the unworthy.
Elusive migrator, trans-dimensional arbiter of time. Oh merciless colossus, consume me! Shield me from the blinding luminosity of my birth and bring forth the great silence.
Writhing worms, offering senseless tribute to their Sun and I, their tragedian narrator, observe their dirge for a dying star. Obsolescent destroyers, gluttonous devourers of air; voracious patrons of industry with mechanical fangs gnaw at the flesh of the Earth.
Each waking breath, a slight against our progenitor, every thought, a reaffirmation of the singular truth. Towards the alcove of the rift, we simultaneously proclaim that I exist.
Am I no different from these salacious egoists? Their existence itself is only a finite delusion. But what am I? An incomprehensible fallacy precariously tethered to a temporal reality.
Elusive migrator, trans-dimensional arbiter of time. Oh merciless colossus, consume me. Shield me from the blinding luminosity of my birth and bring forth the great silence.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
