Peering to the bottom of creation In search of vistas unknown to man To inherit aeons of evolution From the archaic vestiges of the occult From the state of detached electrons Violating the order of nature To the state of organic humanity Beyond the bounds of infinity I have seen this truth Vast, incredible temples of long-dead gods Edifices of black stone columns Back to the vortex of sound and motion Pouring seething columns of unrecognizable shapes Distorted beyond the range of vision Pillars reaching up into an aerial ocean of light A violation of the order of nature Behold the cosmic truth The fallacies of time and magnitude Form and matter Violating the order of nature Beyond the bounds of infinity Revolving in vortices of the Stygian maelstrom we once called insanity Blinding beams of kaleidoscopic spheres Revolving, forming constellations of shapes A galaxy of luminous murk and chaos In utter, absolute, loathsome profusion Utter, absolute solitude in infinite, sightless, soundless space Where daemons stride Between worlds to sow death and trembling madness A crippling solitude in infinite sightless, soundless space Regurgitated from the earth Back into emptiness