Descent to the temple

I am... changing in rapture, traversing this well-known picture,moving in
relativity, conveying substances that bear infinity, piercing the inexorable will of those blessed planes determinating the architecture of life. Does your slumber bring relief? A deity´s waves take vengeance in their sweetest form, an intoxicating stream of forgetfulness runs through life´s veins, and lies are pulsating through this ocean anon, bearing sweet forgetfulness. It took so long to squeeze infinity out of my veins.

Nothingness …
Sleep well, blissful descendants of blackness, drifting asleep on an opaque sea of forms, sleep well, seeds enmeshed by shrouds that calm down, sleep well, humanity,sleep well. Your surface stirs, reflections might drown in your vastness, I admire your incomprehinsible dimension, I hate your depth.
I enjoy the voices you cast upon me and those of my kind, I praise your omnipresence, while I´m mocking at you. I jubilate your majesty, I curse your infamy and suppose thy slimy shores, water of life.

Reflection!
Your occurence saddens and pleases at once! Eyes are diving into the promises you can´t keep. If I could, I´d soothe your pain.

I feel your call, it reverberates in the void you breathe out.
The mirror lies broken, a pitiful reminiscence of the unity it longs to
bear. Absurd shivers, scattered all over eternity ... observing the gradual decay of the structure I once called home...

I am descending to my temple, I am mourning, I am scourged by illusions that delight and serenade like blessed drugs that blacken visions.
I am observing the fall of my temple ... I am! Still this collapse whirrs unceasingly like a nightmare, but I reap the ears, swaying in the wind of a new consciousness.

Harvest has come, the cycle has changed into something finite, the mirror lies broken.
Harvest has come, absurd shivers that once formed life, now numbing a new reflection. A godlike creator stares into the world he gave birth to
Immense nothingness! Your surface stirs, reflections might drown in your vastness, I admire your incomprehinsible dimension, I hate your depth.
I enjoy the voices you cast upon me and those of my kind, I praise your omnipresence, while I´m mocking at you. I jubilate your majesty, I curse your infamy and suppose thy slimy shores, water of life.

Reflection!
Your occurence saddens and pleases at once!
Eyes are diving into the promises you can´t keep. If I could, I´d
soothe your pain.

I feel your call, it reverberates in the void you breathe out.
The mirror lies broken, a pitiful reminiscence of the unity it longs to
bear. Absurd shivers, scattered all over eternity ... observing the gradual
Decay of the structure I once called home.
I once called home.

I chase away the tiredness you spread, I choke out the seed you´ve planted once, crying, raging, smashing the veil I suspect - but virtually traversing the garden that means life.