One Step Too Far

Transmutation

...I feel the taste of xerion

As the fire-eyed 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