Transmutation
... I feel the taste of xerion
As the fireeyed falcon

See to the river of no source or mouth
In my own microcosm
I soak in the particles of matter

With surgical precision
I cut my gem


Demiurge

Every day and every night

With no needless moves
Just cold sound judgment
Absorbed with creation

... I am consciously taking one step too far

Ouroboros

Now I am two -- mouth
Sublimation
Two states -- it is no enough

I belch heretic poison
I strive to the triple point
I blare cosmic radiance

The pleasure of annihilation

In the microcosmic madness

I am consciously taking one step too far
Disturbing the process of endless repetition