I transcend all mundane exceeding contemplation
weaving apathy to my need
Its aspects concealed in vague reptilian shapes

adepts in oblique passing without meaning

We are saturated 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