What a marvelous beauty that is
That of an incomprehensible abyss
As astonishing as the sun,

Yet so hideous in it's vagueness

What an agony to exist

Balancing between matter and nihil
As simple as the feel of the wind
Yet vast like a cosmic ocean


How the subconscious is able to provide
A layer that severs perception from nothing

An amalgam of incoherent entities
That form the essence of life
Dwelling on the brink of void


In the shade of the eyelid
A scarlet shape crawls

Inside the eyes a projection
An organic machine
Slowly molding reality


The pendulum demands
To cherish the relentless pace of time

Amidst eleven dimensions
Matter collapses to the glint of a moment


The failure of the abyss
It's inability to judge
Beyond the terms of it's likeness

Bound to it's very being
An eagle untethered in it's cage


Pondering upon the human potential
The social reflection of the abyss
Condemned to be biased against it's own existence

Still meant to transcend it's natural limits

In the shade of the eyelid

A scarlet shape crawls
Inside the eyes a projection
An organic machine

Slowly molding reality