Spectres from the Old World

Mind

Trapped in a point

A specular psychosphere

Enshrined

In cognitive panic

In everted hyperspheres

Particles storm from dimensional transfiguration

Curvatures absurdly twisted out of space

Symmetries fold up and bleed cosmic catabiosis

Radial, the litanies of flesh

To light

To vectors furled

In infinity caged to watch

As spectres from the old world

Spectres from the old world

From point

To counterpoint

Particles storm from dimensional transfiguration

Curvatures absurdly twisted out of space

Symmetries fold up and bleed cosmic catabiosis

Radial, the litanies of ghosts

As resonant chronophores reborn

Scavenging cosmoi into form

Coerced back to awareness

By subluminal inertia

The shadow of a soul

Groping desperately in the dark

Dimensionless, extensionless

No time to be

No space to grow

Reduced to hollow waves

In convulsing oscillation

As formless craving soars

U the scales of sentient vacuum

Debris of fading memory

Creates the spectral flow

That twists and roils in agony

Ever-searching for release

And in its wake, strings start to glow

And resonate the elements-to-be

Storms of dimensional transfiguration

Curvatures absurdly twisted out of space

Symmetries fold up and bleed cosmic catabiosis

Radial, the litanies of flesh

To light

To vectors furled

In infinity caged to watch

As spectres from the old world

Spectres from the old world

Spectres from the old world