Consciousness reworked, sequences shifted
Thoughts crystallized, dark veil risen
Whom seek to liberate, whom seek the inmost truth
Whom entered the path and stumbled
One hell of epiphany: delirium, and inherent discontent and hunger
An anchorite immured within cursing stones
And their discordant chant, an offering refused
Nothing ecstatic about this truth and even gods have deserted
No one will be awaken, no one will be released
And those spastic wriggles of a semazen,
Desperate with the notion of a flat-lined thought
No one will be awaken, no one will be released
Revelato
An abode of distress, a resonant blasphemy
A constellation of black holes, a clay ratio
Another turn of the wheel of deconstruction
This particular mind has specialized in howling
No one will be awaken, no one will be released
Revelato
