Irkallian oracle

Trans-abysmal echoes (non-sense)

Irkallian oracle
And as the bulging boils of time burst open
I face uncountable dimensions merging into one
Contradictions overflowed in an all-encompassing vortex
While distance dissolves and stars burn out
Along the hand that once sought to enclose infinity
Each pore: An endlessness in an eternal now

Unfolding into depths of points of overlapped present
Unlocked before an all-observing eye

(The secret is:) this word that I sing into this void

Shall beget motion within an abyss without sequence
Yet nothing shall still be as nothing
For creation makes no fucking sense

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