Planes...
/Naaru, Saanrah, Vorah.../
In altered, hidden space.

Names...
/... Te'esru, Cul'tor, Gommorah/
The Ancients spoke with grace!

The desert Saanrah
Precedes!

With acid rains
the thoughts that meant
to change the world
are slain!

Life...
A chase of matter,
and the approval of
mass deluded fools,
obey the tools!

Fed with white dust
And fears!

Your senses crash,
to reach the fields
one must realize
their existence!

Pain
Will not suffice!
The path is what
One draws within his mind!

Your senses crash
The Fields of None
still pulse like one!

your mind is set,
but you will fail!
Unless you go beyond the veil!


A light... Ahead!

Light... Of a distant star, ahead!
Try... Comprehend!
Sound... Shapes the ground.
And there you stand and stare!

You stand... And stare.
To find... To find...

Noooooooo!
That's not you, it's me!
Who dared!

Noooooooo!
you cowered and shrink!
In despair!

I am the one
I climbed the stairs!

I can now
Go anywhere!

Exact, most true
Visions
Beheld by few!

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