A cyclical reverberant motion
These stirrings
The rhythms of this pulsing
Beating
Muscle
Twist of spirit
Twine of bone
An ecstatic wrenching of the soul
A breaking of links
This is true freedom
Transcendence bursting from the bones

Tongues stretch and flick within
Elastic spirit, sublime inflection
Eyes on the inside
Veins touched by intrinsic, aching light
Boundless depths within oneself
Refractions of god amongst the humors

Molten metal drips,
The last vestige of their false bondage

The neuron bright center of stars
Visage igniting internal visions
Wheels of wheels, thoughts of thought
A delving of the mind,
Mental mines birthing obsidian, wellsprings.
Coiled wire of
Conjured connections

Beside Oneself Within
Transcendence of anima fog
A cycle of insight contrary to a cycle
Of ever gnawing hunger
The cycle begets the cycle
Influence outbound
The Fractal Ouroboros
Change is impossible because it has never happened
A shameful fucking fear

Reaching out with phantasmal limbs
began from within
The Fractal Ouroboros
Made anew

Linked minds, bonded ka
Arm in arm towards newfound light
Transcendent rebellion

We break the irons and
Forge linking arms
Walking hand in hand toward
Ecstasy
Actualization
Absolution
Truth

Our burning hearts,
Seething in righteous fury,
Each coal kindled by
a soul taken too soon

We march towards an apocalypse
An ending shall begin
Within and Without

We break the irons and
Forge linking arms
Walking hand in hand toward
Absolution
Ecstasy
Actualization
Truth