I transcend all mundane exceeding contemplation
weaving apathy to my need
Its aspects concealed in vague reptilian shapes
adepts in oblique pa**ing without meaning
we are saturrated of cold intent
and the air feels dead
so no-one breathes.
I sense light blending
in broken mirrors
I sense world bending around me
In this bleary mind I trail my reason
like a withered limb a burden to consume
Even in this delirium still binding me
Frail is the illusion of world bound by flesh
Indeed.