Bloodless Essence and Informational Energy
"Heart and mind are the instrumental body that marks the threshold of the purest synergy."
Denial is the last superimposed claimant's Dice,
Symbol of the fallen playground that flows through the body of the physical vice.
Pragmatic odds and prevalent words,
Many times are a shadowy shiver,
Surreal and cold as the coldest morning ice.
Chapter carved in death is the vigilant,
A nullifying price.
When you wake up dressed in nothing but white,
Ask for clear direction, hear the soothing advice.
Freedom is the immortal message, non-besieged divine archetype,
Astral journey that leads into the garden of the all-seeing cup is the enchanting hype.
Heavens and hells—are you sophistically ripe?
Are you in the final form, are you now the present that speaks about the right type?
The devil is in the detail; traveling voice makes the hollow ground sound irreparably fertile. Retrocausally agnostic or selflessly prognostic, in the depths where the true mirror sleeps, mankind with his mind silently weeps.
Will demiurged clouds clear when Amor is loved by the cataclysmic fear?
Mass idea is not reconstruction of the debate; evolutionary emissary is wasted slate.
When love and hate rush unified to the kingdom of the final gate,
When the mind is always the Weirding Way coming into his house late.
We enter unpleasantly naked, many times in cruel belief that all ends are already desolate and forsaken.
But we arise magically awakened, with the crown that can never truly be taken.
Cosmos speaks to those whose house does not reek; the olive branch is the martyr that echoes on the middle ground of the highest peak. Chaos is nothing without unveiled matter; it opens the miraculous case for courts filled with antimatter. Is aether the unformed father? Is the loving kiss that is dry the message from the distant mother?
Where are the mesmerising ascending ruins, and who is serving the last good pint as gigling and relentless encoder?
Is your voice truly yours, or do you need the extrapolated delusion sent and served from another?
Do you even bother? Do you walk in never-resting valor, talking to enlightened particles that breathe the intellect of the greatest wonder?
Supreme values and unbowed principles are set in truth; aeon will be born in his undisputed youth.
Zauberflöte with no higher aims has no essence; her eyes and ears have no truth.
Reincarnation is delivered as something impractically senseless and horribly in dispute.
Spectral information is unformed creation, splintered as blood-stained head of a clueless brute.
Do you press one more “enter” or do you live for the lasting execute (exe)?
What is towering multidimensional amplitude without the photographic, foundational magnitude?
The fiercest scarecrow will bow, the golden steel heart will vow,
Rough answer is like a wild bird trapped in the best cloud.
There, time is pulsing without heretic sound;
There, you will finally be found.
There, you will finally be one with the now (won).
