A spiral orbit circumnavigates the axis Fragments, threads of the origin's shape The dreary synopsis of an aeon-old praxis Encircles the thoughts from which minds escape
"And when my soul and spirit unites In a oneness of the four elements I'll be the magician of cosmic rites Using astral instruments"
Like the released psyche of the creator Swirling around the origin's indicator Visions from the spiral generator E.S.P. Mirage! I intersect the shining pulsator When I travel in this spirit simulator Receiving visions from the generator E.S.P. Mirage!
Perplexed by the questions of our existence The patterns in external reality Secretive formulas along an unthinkable distance Force the thinking into unexplored philosophy
An entity which spins in the galaxy hurricane With a plasticity changing by the age The director of periodic meteor rain Which seems to be framed by a mathematical cage
Mother to events so violent But as no one hears it, it may be silent
"Therefore my thinking I'll incubate And search in the duality of I and Me 'cause from trumpets you can alienate But from silence you can't flee"
Remotely viewing other planes Using my mind's eye to gaze As I detect the spiral's stains In microbes, mountains and every inch of space
Trembling before its divinity It may be larger than infinityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
