Here in the blink of an eye - there's a motion I shall keep the spot -the idea - just a notion of what will be - what will fail into oblivion I'm down the line through the mirror of division Caught inside the halls of my unearthly palace dare take a look from the edge of my imagination where shall I begin - where's the point of my departure the course is set arbitrarily - there's no way back Lost in the loops of a small coded spiral I'm circling around about myself in denial I'd never depend on this lasting imperfection forever damned to perform the art of speculation Out of it's surroundings been forming in a lifetime gradually the spirit's defined a differential equation with too many variables margins ever set for my own And I know that it feels so safe within the orbit of common agreements The chosen parameters accidential intersection at zero on my contemplation plain by statistical selection empirical dead ends are rea**ured by the large number law And I know that it feels so safe within the orbit of common agreements Pseudo accidentally generated propagation the origin resembles the same damned with similarity these phantoms of creation unable to change the angle of view And I know that it feels so safe within the orbit of common agreements I am circling And I try by catching an eye on this vision that hides in my mind And I try to identify the ingredients inside I may find But the sight has got blurred it's fading away the focus is stirred I'm deterred It lies with me so peaceful glowing bright embedded in this endless band of white the juicy fruit pulp of a cosmic well manured random sampled apple gently furred wedged inside of a mould in space and time in solitude progressing down the line fate and chance in dislocation intertwined out in here all history stands aligned in variations manifold unanswerable questions and a vague anticipation still remains minds confined and specialized no time to dream or an*lyze visions of beyond and after will all this being still exist without my view or just because of it without the code all earthly things defines born in singularity our fate proceeds through entropy forever in transition we remain and once again I am left in contemplation all sources are fed by the power of imagination and by the way feelings overwhelm me I'm free to step out in this world so long the way I'd walked through within a lifetime still further I may go along this road of inspiration